[Verse 1]
I was trying to get your attention
By talking about where you go
Every summer since you made your money
Just so I would see more in the know
Now I buy all my clothes for approval
And my denim, I get in Japan
And I stand at the edge of your circle
'Cause I wanna be your kind of man

[Chorus]
I’ve thought about death every day of my life
Guess I’ll think about life when I’m dying
And I’m failing to find any positives yet
But at least I can say that I’m trying
And I think about you every hour of the day
Know it probably sounds like I’m lying
And the older I get, doesn’t feel like I can
But I wanna be your kind of man

[Verse 2]
Now I bottle up all of my sadness
And I throw in what you couldn’t take
And I sell it all over the counter
Because nobody care’s that it’s fake
And I microwave all of my anger
But then just when I’m ready to pop
You'll say "love’s not a record collection
You can leave at a charity shop"
I’ve watched all of my friends getting married
But I’m too good at being a prick
And when time keeps on moving so quickly
I feel constantly busy and sick
Can you pay for your sins in installments?
Can you pay for what others have done?
Guess there’s no real point getting even
While I wanna be your number one