I'm at the store, I'm looking at the floor
I calibrate the price tags and regulate the spores
It's not fair, but someone's gotta care
Put things in their place while the world keeps burning

I'm such a whore for automatic doors
And busted up actors who wash up on the shore
And lie there for families to stare
Singing down their scales while the world keeps turning

So play this
At my funeral
I already know
This one's unoriginal

And I feel this
It's my curtain call
I already know
This one's unoriginal

I'm white bread, there's nothing in my head
There's someone in the tunnels always lurking at the edge
You stand there, the lights in your hair
Pure adoration in your stare

In your stare
You look nice, you all look nice
I turn to the crowd and grin like a bear
While the world keeps burning

So play this
At my funeral
I already know
This one's unoriginal

And I feel this
It's my wake up call
I already know
This one's unoriginal
I already know
This one's unoriginal

It's such a bore, it's all been done before
I guess that in a nutshell it's hollow at the core
It's not fair, but someone's gotta care
Put things in their place while the world keeps