I'm a nice filler for a party that needs some bodies
I'm a nice filler for a twitter account that needs some followers
I know my place, this is just a stepping stone, my face
I know what I am to you: nothing at all, nothing at all

24 years old, I'm still afraid of the telephone
Don't know how to make friends or not live on the internet
Haven't been to a doctor in over twelve months now
And I wish I knew how to take care of myself

I really need someone in my life
To care about the fact that I
Don't know how to survive
When left to my own devices
I am lacking in the skills that are necessary
To maintain any sense of restraint
From the urge to use my body as a punching bag for my brain

The only consistent thing
In my life has been everyone leaving
I've tried so hard, I have changed so much
I've evolved so many times
But no one's been around to witness it
Except for me and my conscience
I guess it's fine that I'm alone
I'm just comforted by the fact
That it's enabled me to grow