God isn't out to getcha He's out to let you down Flying like a plane headed for the ground Isn't very different when you're not around Listen for the sound you'll hear it That's a door closing That's a missed morning Said I'm a new person I just look the same I just act the same I'm a lawn decoration Im a household name in my own home Im a mental patient Someone will come along Till then I'm all alone Getting good at waiting By the telephone Maybe Im a hack and a fraud But Im a three legged dog You can't help but love me You can't help but try to fix the things that make me ugly You can't live with a robot who's a little rusty I need an oil can I need a yellow brick road and a girl with a sun tan I don't want a dorothy I want a wicked witch A bitch who's thick A girl who makes me thirsty Waking up with headaches Try but I can't shake it Gonna be a great day Fake it till I make it Waking up with headaches Try but I can't shake it Gonna be a great day Fake it till I make it Tough not to feel like a burden When you're certain Its your fault On my knees Begging please Algorithm do your part Trash from a gas station Like the money's mine Head down and mouth shut Like I'm doing time You won't ever see my eyes I'll fake a smile I'll show some teeth I'll make believe I'll make you see I ain't the one Girl it ain't me We'd have no fun I'm constantly Awake/asleep Or in between A state of mind That bothers me I'd say it's best to leave me be