Little Buckets

I should have spoken up
Instead of just keeping track
The night that you got all messed up but
I've got a red circle
In all of the circles on my back
From halloween last fall when
I went to the party like that
I said I should dress up how I feel
And they all lined up
Metal and magnets in hand

Who is she supposed to be?
Anybody else but me

It was the backside of his brain that made him dive
Into the pool that you were trying to fill with
Little buckets filled up from your eyes
He popped the drain said: They don't like it when it rains

All rise, who will speak for thee?
Anybody else but me

Oh, my time you take
Like seven layer cake

He said he hated musicals
But he was always hiding out
At that Las Vegas residency with
Fire on stage and the
Theatrics of fame
And a sad plot that takes place backstage

I said: It feels like you're fixing to ruin me
He said: If everybody still loves me

Oh, my time you take
Like seven layer cake