We have a random on the westside
Personality malfunction
He says I can't give you anything at all
Just a room with a bad view of you
He sent a letter to a downstat
Saying sorry that I missed you
But I can't think of anything to do
He's addicted to the time track

We have a technical
We have a technical

He's in a hotel where they all go
Saying "Boy, I've lost my memory"
It's so surprising
Just how quickly things can end
Like a hero on a platform of friends
This table is so crowded
With people that I don't know
And I never really turn

My thoughts on you
So the image breaks down again

We have a technical
We have a technical