Sitting in a sandpit on a bus I've made a mess I've made a fuss I never meant to cause a scene My story is the best you'll ever consume Sitting in a shoebox in the sun I shoot imaginary guns Into my iPhone seventeen Cause nothing that good ever happens to me The kid in the back never pays attention The man in the mirror stares straight ahead The girl with the tan needs conversation So everybody keeps telling her Lies I like you very much Lies What did you have for brunch? Lies Looks like you liked it very much Sitting in my car on my own street Listen to the bible on repeat 'Til I am god and he is me 'Til it's November, '63 When probably everything was good When I could see the way I should When I would be the man I could But nothing that good ever happens to me The kid in the back never pays attention And the girl in the mirror stares straight ahead The man with the abs needs conversation So everybody keep telling him I'm no revolutionary man I've no technicolour dreams I've no revolutionary plan