He wears gray sweaters, a silhouette next to a dark shore I'm bored of your chords You'll take it with you knowing there's no truth to the way you talk To the way you're someone you're not Working at the speed of light Don't cry now, you're about to win the prize I took a ride, dust on my brown pants No, I don't speak, she's working at the toy gun store She's working at the toy gun store, woo! ♪ She wore black leather, a copy-paste You're so fake, she's got too many faces Filling blanks with nothing you've created Is it true that you wanna be famous? ♪ I'm the one who did you wrong Grab me some Calm is calm, I'm calm, I'm calm Working at the speed of light Don't cry now, you're about to win the prize I took a ride, dust on my brown pants No, I don't speak, she's working at the toy gun store She's working at the toy gun store She's working at the toy gun store I took a ride, dust on my brown pants No, I don't speak, she's working at the toy gun store, woo! (Na-na-na, na-na-na) (Na-na-na, na-na-na)