Rat Room Chronicles

Yeah, let's talk

about Ashton. (hahaha)

Locked away in your dark room all day Like a little rodent

dodging the sun ray Thinking you're smooth,

trying to pull the huzz But you get no play,

not even a buzz

(none at all)

Trying to act nonchalant but you're not Leaving that bathroom smelling like

a swamp

No spray, no breeze,

just a terrible scent

Wondering where all your pretend friends went

Oh, Ashton, you try to fit in With that chopped hairline and

a crooked grin

Corny jokes and a desperate plea Trying to be straight,

but you're as gay as can be

(yeah you are)

Standing out for all the wrong things No matter what clothing or

brand you bring Your hairline's pushed back to last year And those

corny farts are the only things we hear

(phew, spray the room)

Time to face the truth,

my guy

Stop hiding in the room,

don't lie

(bye bye)