I know that I abuse you
But you chase my fear
I would crawl if I had to
Whatever it takes, I suppose

Is it real or is it superficial
If it's from the love machine?
I won't waste any more of your time
With words I don't know if I feel

Self-aware, self-absorbed
I'm shedding my skin
For better or for worse

No, I don't want to be like them
With a cross on my back
Manufacture my appreciation
Or should I buy it from a bag?

I look away
Oh, I just can't keep my eyes
From falling out of my head
Pink fuzzy love
Is it you or is it me?
Twenty-first century man
Self-aware, self-absorbed
I'm stuck in my skin
Oh, what a simple curse