Nothing makes me want to disappear
As when someone opens their mouth It's just my luck
I get hit by a car
While carrying a cake Dripping cherries
Onto pavement
Bride and groom on my face I'm not there like a ghost ship in a storm It only figures
That I'd ride my bike
Into wet cement And as I'm sinkin'
The last thing that I think
Is did I pay my rent I ride through like a ghost ship in a storm