Feelings
You're making them up
You're on your own
It's just a matter of luck now, honey
Plenty of cake for everyone you said
I tried to get out of bed
With lines on my face I'm such a disgrace
I tried to contain it
I didn't mean to start a war
You can point your pistol at me
But I'm the quicker draw
Na na na who's gonna feed me now I've broken all the plates
Who's gonna love me
Who's gonna love me
I am all the mess I am all the mess I am all the mess I am
But I think
Talking to
An artificial human face
Would be
Slightly
Discombobulating
Let it run out the door
Spray it on all of the walls
There's no good (goddamn) reason to let her win anymore
I am all the mess I am all the mess I am all the mess I am
It's a modern flood
With nowhere to run
Can anybody save us from ourselves?
I am all the mess I am all the mess I am all the mess I am