Marissa, I don't have the charisma
Every single fucking thing's for sale, but I got nothing to sell ya
Do you think it's unacceptable I've been feeling quite expendable?
Bodies in spaces, yeah, I know the deal
You know stuff I could never know
You're patient, I'm insatiable
You allow yourself to feel the things you feel
But, I can't think like that
I can't feel powerless
Sometimes I feel like giving in
Marissa, I don't have the charisma
Every single fucking thing's for sale, but I got nothing to sell ya
Wish I could try your life a bit
Wanna be on that freaky Friday shit
A redemption arcade, shooting shit, alright
You remember stuff that I forget
You're lovely, I'm inadequate
You're the sunrise that could end my darkest night
Marissa, I don't have the charisma
Every single fucking thing's for sale, but i got nothing to sell ya
In this hellscape of an economy, what man can afford to go to therapy?
So, baby, what do you do when you feel alone?
Cause, there's no comfort in testosterone
Marissa, I really fucking miss ya
I don't need no fucking bitter pill
No, I think I could try
Marissa, I don't have the charisma
Every single fucking thing's for sale, but I got nothing to sell ya
Marissa, I don't have the charisma
Every single fucking thing's for sale
But I got nothing to sell ya
(I don't have the charisma, oh Marissa, oh Marissa)