All my clever words had run out I'm just scraping bottom now I'm not really here and you can't hear this at all But it feels like I belong None of this seems like it's wrong I'm just doing my job while you do yours So make me stare at your bright and busy days But to me they don't mean shit So breed to death, my love You don't exist at all And even if you did I wouldn't care at all Because you are the standard You were my last excuse I'm one in a million I have everything to lose And don't try to reason You'll burn up in atmosphere Cause you are the standard issue Yea, you are the standard issue I should really get out more 'Cause you people make the world go round, yea I know But everytime I do it's just a maze And you're light years away And I have no one to blame Except me and this head