I know I should look away I'm honestly trying, I act like I'm here, It's really hard to care For there's a thin line between your wit and your whining I'm just a shadow in your shining, I look forward to putting it all behind me Kneel before your ego, it's funny how some people Have a way of making the milky-way look tiny Somewhere between the drama and the dry heave Collapse on command using gravity to guide me You're so hip-hop. You're so punk rock. You're so so so so cliche.
You look the same to me. Uncomfortable in your skin. Colorless eyes and no mouth. I'm never interested. I plot my recovery, And sleep in the mold of your milk. You look the same to me. Uncomfortable in your skin. Colorless eyes and no mouth. Don't tell me there's nothing wrong. Don't tell me there's nothing wrong. You got the credit for my kill.
The stars look like eyes. Judging as they gaze upon The long face you wear when it's your right to say they're wrong. You put no one above you. But they can tell you're troubled As you pick up your things and sleep alone when the day is done. You used to get in fights for fun. It's your way of getting close to someone when you don't know how to love. I feel sorry for you. Even though your fans adore you. The more you try to wiggle your way loose, the more you get stuck. You're so sex. You're so drugs. You're so rock and roll. You're so in the moment. You're so self centered. You're so sad, cause you're so so so so cliche.
You look the same to me. Uncomfortable in your skin. Colorless eyes and no mouth. I'm never interested. I plot my recovery, And sleep in the mold of your milk. You look the same to me. Uncomfortable in your skin. Colorless eyes and no mouth. Don't tell me there's nothing wrong. Don't tell me there's nothing wrong. You got the credit for my kill.