Can't you see my soul worn on the second sleeve

It's going up for sale as soon as it gets saved

Interrogation blues, once again I lose

You don't get to magnify my insecurities

You don't get to site and save my unhip-ocracies

Not for sale

Take two placebos then you can call me lame

Walk some in my shoes then tell me to fuck off

My oversized hat won't fit your humongous head

I'll trade a hundred days for one inside of you

Take me to a cave, where I can't be seen

Solace makes the heart, pump adrenaline

I'm sick of being used, time and again betrayed

Give a man a key, he cannot not open the door

Give him something free and he'll sell it to the poor

C'est la vie

Take two placebos then you can call me lame

Walk some in my shoes then tell me that I'm fucked

My humongous hat won't fit your gigantic head