kiss and kill your boyfriend   and all rich ones, too   rich kids of the world unite   dime on the bleachers   head says not that far away   bu the only way up is down   and I keep falling   flip it again, but the answer   hasn't spared its change   doesn't matter how much time   you'll never forget that forgetting's required   served on a platter of fakes   it's inevitable   we're proud to be pricks   we're proud to be assholes   picking up the pieces one by one   don't let it ride   answer, someone, anyone   won't you pick up the pieces   you left behind?