My mind feels like a mixed up Rubik′s Cube

An empty crossword box

And I'm lost without the clueA day late, a few cents short

Out of tune, dazed and confused

I′m all grown up and don't know what to do

I need an escape

Everybody said my twenties would be

Great

The whole world feels so fake

Just a bunch of talking heads

So I dress up and blend in

Like a super mall mannequin

I don't deserve to eat if it′s not catchy

My waistline drops with every song I sing

Well kid that′s nice for you to do as a hobby

But don't be so naive

You′ll never make any money

I need an escape

Everybody said my twenties would be

Great

The whole world feels so fake

Just a bunch of talking heads

So I dress up and blend in

Like a super mall mannequin

Existential crisis

Or maybe quarter-life

Disassociating on the right, down aisle five

When did I get so jaded?

Why does everything test my patience?

I'm a cynical mess at best

The walls are closing in

And I′m claustrophobic

I need an escape

Everybody said my twenties would be

Great

The whole world feels so fake

Just a bunch of talking heads

So I dress up and blend in

Like a super mall mannequin