Super Mall Mannequin
My mind feels like a mixed up Rubik's Cube
An empty crossword box
And I'm lost without the clue
A day late, a few cents short
Out of tune, dazed and confused
I'm all grown up and don't know what to do
I need an escape
Everybody said my twenties would be
Great
The whole world feels so fake
Just a bunch of talking heads
So I dress up and blend in
Like a super mall mannequin
I don't deserve to eat if it's not catchy
My waistline drops with every song I sing
Well kid that's nice for you to do as a hobby
But don't be so naive
You'll never make any money
I need an escape
Everybody said my twenties would be
Great
The whole world feels so fake
Just a bunch of talking heads
So I dress up and blend in
Like a super mall mannequin
Existential crisis
Or maybe quarter-life
Disassociating on the right, down aisle five
When did I get so jaded?
Why does everything test my patience?
I'm a cynical mess at best
The walls are closing in
And I'm claustrophobic
I need an escape
Everybody said my twenties would be
Great
The whole world feels so fake
Just a bunch of talking heads
So I dress up and blend in
Like a super mall mannequin
An empty crossword box
And I'm lost without the clue
A day late, a few cents short
Out of tune, dazed and confused
I'm all grown up and don't know what to do
I need an escape
Everybody said my twenties would be
Great
The whole world feels so fake
Just a bunch of talking heads
So I dress up and blend in
Like a super mall mannequin
I don't deserve to eat if it's not catchy
My waistline drops with every song I sing
Well kid that's nice for you to do as a hobby
But don't be so naive
You'll never make any money
I need an escape
Everybody said my twenties would be
Great
The whole world feels so fake
Just a bunch of talking heads
So I dress up and blend in
Like a super mall mannequin
Existential crisis
Or maybe quarter-life
Disassociating on the right, down aisle five
When did I get so jaded?
Why does everything test my patience?
I'm a cynical mess at best
The walls are closing in
And I'm claustrophobic
I need an escape
Everybody said my twenties would be
Great
The whole world feels so fake
Just a bunch of talking heads
So I dress up and blend in
Like a super mall mannequin
Credits
Writer(s): Micah Humphries
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