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 [bad word] 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. [bad word] 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. [bad word] 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 .
You're so [bad word] 
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. [bad word] 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. [bad word] 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.