I'm not really here listening to this Newton rules
I might peel a dozen protein coatings of this homemade brew
I'm not even awake, could it be better with them lazy joint?
Where everything's so illustrated like under a microscope
We're so lost, we just won't admit it
And our souls cross in a runaway call
We're born losers on a roll, do your show
But I'm always under para-sympathetic control
Now, I'm wearing thin
On warranty
Aren't you ashamed of me?
For I am ashamed of me
I'm looking almost weird to pass as an original
And I'm feeling almost sad so pause 'till you hear a crack
Contemplating suicide every minute is a crime
So I'll always wear a sleepy face and I'll always keep a weary smile
We're so wrong, we just don't see it
With a sore lung, "oh, so picturesque!"
And these fine freedom that I'm in, it is not real
But I will not grow old and curious
Now, I'm wearing thin
On warranty
Aren't you ashamed of me?
For I am ashamed of me
As I've said, I'm not really here listening to this prophecy
I'm really in another dimension
Looking back through the hole in my seat
Should I stand up and leave?
Yes, I'm guilty of ignorance
I'm so alone and bored
It's nothing new
"Why don't you go home, love your mom or go get a job or something!"
I could never understand my desire to belong
Now, I'm wearing thin
I'm wearing thin on warranty
Aren't you all wearing thin on your warranties?