My Mind Feels Like A Mixed Up Rubik′s Cube
An Empty Crossword Box
And I'm Lost Without The ClueA 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