Unoriginal

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

Ooh, 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