I love you, I hate you, I'm on the fence It all depends whether I'm up or down
I'm on the mend, transcending all reality I like you, despise you, admire you
What are we gonna do when everything I say is true?
I must confess, I've made a mess Of what should be a small success
But I digress At least I've tried my very best, I guess
I promise to exploit you Give me your body, I'll make some origami,
honey I think you're a joke, but I don't find
you very funny My internal monologue is a lie
My internal monologue is saturated analogue It's scratched and drifting, I've become attached
The idea, it's all a shifting dream Bittersweet philosophy, I've got no idea
how I even got here I'm resentful, I'm having an existential time
crisis Want bliss, but daylight savings won't fix
this mess Underworked, oversexed, I must express my
disinterest The words are back inside my head, what would
Freud have said?
Put me on the fence, I'll make some origami, honey
I think you're a joke, but I don't find you very funny
My internal monologue is a lie My internal monologue is saturated analogue
It's scratched and drifting, I've become attached
The idea, it's all a shifting dream Bittersweet philosophy, I've got no idea how I even
got here I'm resentful, I'm having an existential time crisis
Want bliss, but daylight savings won't fix this mess
Underworked, oversexed, I must express my dislike
It's scratched and drifting, I've become attached
The words are back inside my head, what would Freud have said?
Put me on the fence, I'll make some origami, honey
I think you're a joke, but I don't find you very funny
It isn't you, yes it is you, No one else can tell me why
I grow, how many break-ins I've been through
I'm resentful, I'm having an existential time crisis
My internal monologue is saturated analogue It's scratched and drifting, I must express
my dislike
The words are back inside my head, what would Freud have said?
Put me on the fence, I'll make some origami, honey
I think you're a joke, but I don't find you very funny
I wanna wash out my head with turpentine cyanide
I decide there's an internal diatribe when I try to catch you right
I hate seeing you cry in the kitchen I don't know why it affects me like this
We're not even mine to consider Erroneous, harmonious, I'm hardly sentimonious
Dirty clothes, I suppose we all outgrow ourselves
I'm a fake, I'm a phony, I'm awake, I'm alone, I'm homely
Put me on the fence, I'll make some origami, honey
I think you're a joke, but I don't find you very funny
It isn't you, yes it is you, No one else can tell me why
I grow, how many break-ins I've been through
I'm resentful, I'm having an existential time crisis
My internal monologue is saturated analogue It's scratched and drifting, I must express
my dislike
It isn't you, yes it is you, No one else can tell me why
I grow, how many break-ins I've been through