I love you, I hate you, I'm on the fence It all depends whether I'm up or downI'm on the mend, transcending all reality I like you, despise you, admire youWhat are we gonna do when everything I say is true?I must confess, I've made a mess Of what should be a small successBut I digress At least I've tried my very best, I guessI promise to exploit you Give me your body, I'll make some origami,honey I think you're a joke, but I don't findyou very funny My internal monologue is a lieMy internal monologue is saturated analogue It's scratched and drifting, I've become attachedThe idea, it's all a shifting dream Bittersweet philosophy, I've got no ideahow I even got here I'm resentful, I'm having an existential timecrisis Want bliss, but daylight savings won't fixthis mess Underworked, oversexed, I must express mydisinterest The words are back inside my head, what wouldFreud have said?Put me on the fence, I'll make some origami, honeyI think you're a joke, but I don't find you very funnyMy internal monologue is a lie My internal monologue is saturated analogueIt's scratched and drifting, I've become attachedThe idea, it's all a shifting dream Bittersweet philosophy, I've got no idea how I evengot here I'm resentful, I'm having an existential time crisisWant bliss, but daylight savings won't fix this messUnderworked, oversexed, I must express my dislikeIt's scratched and drifting, I've become attachedThe words are back inside my head, what would Freud have said?Put me on the fence, I'll make some origami, honeyI think you're a joke, but I don't find you very funnyIt isn't you, yes it is you, No one else can tell me whyI grow, how many break-ins I've been throughI'm resentful, I'm having an existential time crisisMy internal monologue is saturated analogue It's scratched and drifting, I must expressmy dislikeThe words are back inside my head, what would Freud have said?Put me on the fence, I'll make some origami, honeyI think you're a joke, but I don't find you very funnyI wanna wash out my head with turpentine cyanideI decide there's an internal diatribe when I try to catch you rightI hate seeing you cry in the kitchen I don't know why it affects me like thisWe're not even mine to consider Erroneous, harmonious, I'm hardly sentimoniousDirty clothes, I suppose we all outgrow ourselvesI'm a fake, I'm a phony, I'm awake, I'm alone, I'm homelyPut me on the fence, I'll make some origami, honeyI think you're a joke, but I don't find you very funnyIt isn't you, yes it is you, No one else can tell me whyI grow, how many break-ins I've been throughI'm resentful, I'm having an existential time crisisMy internal monologue is saturated analogue It's scratched and drifting, I must expressmy dislikeIt isn't you, yes it is you, No one else can tell me whyI grow, how many break-ins I've been through