I feel like a piece of paper floating in the wind
Outside of a park with a merry-go-round
Containing a spelling test with a 9 out of 10
You tried your best, but misspelled success

S-U-C-C-E-S-(S)
That's fine
I know we all will kiss the ground
Like hungry germs in a blind-eye crawl
So I will live a life unclean and destitute
But sometimes I think we all might stick around
Like poster tacked on a bedroom wall
Oh though I will leave behind no trace or residue