strangers

If I can fit my dreams

We say the same things over and over

Into an ABAB rhyme scheme

You say the same things over and over

Love makes it easier to be human

Love is the payoff for the life that we're losing

God is a scientist he's just found out about us

He's published a study but he don't know much about us

When I die I won't become a ghost

Because I'll have nowhere to haunt

Fuck this town and fuck my dirty hands

When you're strange, if they like you then they gotta be stranger

But they're just strangers

Society wants me to fuck, well fuck them

Car seat is a genetic stop sign

I sleep lying next to a mirror

Car seat is a menace to the public

Love makes it easier to be around humans

Love on the TV, who'd they think they were fooling?

God is a director, he's just found out about us

He's talked to our agent, but he don't know much about us

When I die I won't become a ghost

Because I'll have nowhere to haunt

Fuck this town and fuck my dirty hands

When you're strange, then the critics gotta be stranger

But they're just strangers

Car seat's nervous and the lights are bright

When I was a kid I fell in love with Michael Stipe

I took lyrics out of context and thought

"he must be speaking to me"

I won't last too much longer

I'm already starting to run out of places

For faces in my head

They're all starting to look the same