Some halfwit on the Noise Board posted
That I'd be checking out
I'd be checking out
I'm flattered that the small fish find me
Big enough to lie about
Big enough to lie about
It's pointless
To try to drag me down
When I'm barely off the ground
And you're nowhere to be found
The girl who wasn't there
You don't know your right from wrong
Or your good- from
Bad-era Bowie
Small wonder you don't know me
You keep saying you're the one who's sane
'Cause you keep your cool
But how could I
With your know-you-are-but-what-am-I
I've been searching
For the real you
'Cause I can see you
But I can't kill you
The girl who wasn't there
Exchanging notes and ill will straight through Friday
If their consciences don't kill them then I may
Has anyone heard from me recently
Ah, gentlemen, have you no decency
Some halfwit on the Noise Board posted
That I'd be checking out
I'd be checking out
I've been waiting
It's so unfair
To go on dating
The hologram
The girl who wasn't there
I've been waiting
It's so unfair
To go on dating
The hologram