looking out my window I dunno what to say
I’m just hoping this won’t be another boring day.
thinking about nothing with nothing to think about, so tell me why I’m thinking anyway.
so tell me what I’m doing wrong, maybe they were right all along,
outlived my high school fantasy, enigma-based reality.
can’t be myself now, I’m readymade.
losing control now, I’m readymade
and it’s hard to keep in line when you’re running out of time,
the way I’m living life, I’m readymade.
I never seem to listen to the voices in my head
‘cause when they answer questions I forget the things I said.
I’ll try to start over again but first I gotta quit and maybe this time I won’t be dismayed.
it happened oh so long ago, but what it is I’ll never know.
what’s this reflection that I see, who am I staring back at? Me.
can’t be myself now, I’m readymade.
losing control now, I’m readymade
and it’s hard to keep in line when you’re running out of time,
the way I’m living life, I’m readymade.
somebody tell me what I’m gonna do ‘cause now I think I’m cracking up.