I'm all alone And dinosaur bones Burried beneath The fragile crust where we all sleep Why don't you pick up your phone The color of the couch is turing red as you call my name Why don't you pick up your phone The weather man says enjoy my microwave And maybe I'm just hearing things Decorated on the outside, but empty at my core I feel so extinct, I'm beginning to think that I Am a dinosaur I feel out of place Like a cradle lost in space Like a poor boy at a country club Like a trumpet out of tune Like a humpback in the Mojave Like a flag out on the moon Decorated on the outside, but empty at my core I feel so extinct, I'm beginning to think that I Am a dinosaur Am a dinosaur Am a dinosaur Decorated on the outside, but empty at my core I feel so extinct, I'm beginning to think that I That I am the bones That I am the bones Decorated on the outside, but empty at my core I feel so extinct, I'm beginning to think that I Am a dinosaur