Super Mall Mannequin

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