Innit, innit 'what happens, happens'?
As if As If's were enough
Is it, is it a fit of angst we see
Is it a bit the fear of failure
It's like we lack nothing
Kind of kind and so mind numbing
It's kind of like losing touch
And I can't find me inside
And I have left me behind
In words that aren't mine
The scene, the scene - the screen's endless
In style in style... Check out my new stress
I've seen this stream - did i ditto that?
Pretend, pretend life's a bluescreen
Upload dreams in your b-movie
It's kinda like life - but not
And I can't find me inside
And I have left me behind
In words that aren't mine