We are now overwhelmed with good old perfection
It only means we just don't fit in
I know it's true Nothing's real
We have to leave it all behind
We never thought someone is in the cookie monster
I get so frustrated seeing them rig the race
Seated back on the couch grumbling is not the way
We all need something to trust
Wipe the gloss off my face and you'll see how weird I am
I hate it when they try to fake it