Spaghetti Head, that's me.

  Oh, you go, you grow, you flow, you know; we're just like everybody else. They turn your head into spaghetti and they're cooking your brains out!
  And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky one cuz' most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
  Oh, but I'm the one collecting names of the lovers that went wrong. And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one 'cause most of us are bitter over someone that isn't here anymore. Setting fire to our insides for fun, distracting our hearts from ever missing them. But i'm forever missing him... My mind goes to december, and the friday 13th is coming.
  Be quiet, bitch. You don't know what you're talking about.
  Oh, there's an old man in need on the ground, i try not to make a sound. He holds out his hand as i walk away, i hear him say: "Please don't be a stranger in my place!"
  What if i could be what you wanted me to be?
  What if i could see what you wanted me to see?
  Come on and show me how to fit in your body... I might have a spaghetti flexibility, you know?