No One Kicks You Here, Bruno

Crowded mouth
Rows of teeth clacking under your brow
It's like a crowded room
Like a dead-line, like a subway during hush hour
You're so cool all alone in your room
I see the second floor light on
I don't know what to do
Breathe in the air, it tastes like cutery
Tastes like salt in your coarse hair
Brethe out the smoke
Savory metal, it's enough to make you choke
I know it's the same for you every day
Can't changed what's permanently manifested in your brain
It just gets so crowded here
There's no room to move anywhere
Because it just gets so crowded here
Get out of my head