Drop the word I'm
Meant to use to
Coax the pretty waiter from his restaurant
Though he's bad news
And a cartoon
Of every trope the trophy world's designed to want
They say I am a spoiled thing
I keep my scar out on my head
And always come when I am told to go
I leave my neighbors scary notes
Which I don't sign while they're at work
And I don't want to listen when he tries to talk
I stare at his flapping jaw
I wanna want him so bad
But I don't recognize the charms that he has
'Cause my heart looks in on itself
And he better be loved by somebody else
Who cares about his face
Like a robot
Who inflicts one shot
Then starts to wheel away despite his protocol
I got a hook in
The conversation
Which I played for meaty bait, though it was watered down
They say I am a spoiled mess
I never fold up what should fold
And shine much better in my house alone
The charts predict a brother kid
But doctors say I need a sis
That I can pawn off to my spiral shell
And tie to my cord as well
I wanna want her so bad
But I don't recognize the charms that she has
'Cause my heart looks in on itself
And any friend I make's a stagehand at best
To help along the play
Fights first and facts last
These lads have the a**es for TV
But who's taking my picture
They better be taking it only of me
I wanna want him so bad
But I don't recognize the charms that he has
I hear he's pretty and swell, but I don't get aroused
I wanna want that so bad
But I don't recognize the charms that I have
'Cause my heart looks in on itself
That's why the beacon's burnt