Box full of matches, spark them light the blackness. The future's full of madness, I think we need some practice. I can be an actor you can be actress.
No taste for the trend, starting for the end...let's pretend.
I don't think I'll ever know what I'm supposed to be.
I'm hiding from the flashlights chasing me.
I must be going blind, I can't see.
The man in the mirror I'm supposed to be.
Head full of hair, less than friendly stare. Drape it on my face blowing smoke into the air.
Act before I think, I don't realise it. Take a friendly smile and try to plagiarise it.
I try to deny it, life's a train, I'll ride it. I'm so fucking childish, bad batman without a friendly sidekick.
No taste for the trend, starting for the end...let's pretend.
I can't be what I'm supposed to be.
Not when I'm the only one playing hide and seek.
Pull the sleep from my eyes so I can see.
The man in the mirror I'm supposed to be.
Pocket full of dreams, bursting at seams. People talk in riddles, I wonder what they mean.
Let's go to Nevada, we'll paint the city green. And when we're spent, we'll go back to routine.
Make me a machine, take my heart so I can't feel. Nothing's really real, give me my last meal. I can see the glass ceiling, but I can't break the seal.
I'll never be the man I'm supposed to be.
You can lock me up and throw away the key.
Fix me with some rules you know I have to bend.
No taste for the trend, starting for the end...
Let's pretend
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