I don't like it here anymore

[Manslick]

I sit on the floor like a whore
picking my toenails
the polish chips like ice
my favorite thing is my little white mouse
he lives in a straw house
I must feed him
but I live hungry myself
a bitch for the taking on the highest shelf
so I don't like it here anymore
I want to go so much I eat all food left at my door
I know I need food
rotten tastes good
I'm strong now, like a cow you tip over in a laugh
a bark from a black dog.. you gulp all of your glass
I don't like it here anymore
simple things I used to do are not in fashion
I'm old news no one looks at me no more
I'm fodder for the late-night live show
if I can make the shadow again
I might live tomorrow
I'm so young and tired.