I think I'm stuck in the intellectuality of textbook situations that involve me and you-u
Figure A: Here's my dumb reflection in the window of a store and Figure B: I don't know what to do-o
Figure C: is where things start to stop making any sense, I'll blame pretense and obfuscation on my part
I'll spare you the rest and before you protest, I'll have you know that I just made it all up
I made it all up
I made it up and I'll admit that

I wanna be created
I wanna be appreciated
I want to build myself up and wait for someone to knock me down
I wanna be a realist
I wanna be idealistic
I wanna take tectonic plates and shift them all around like on a Rubik's cube
I'd like you all to pretend that was coherent

I have no ardor, I feel like death
I'd rather if you didn't sweat
I can't afford to let teenage passion be beyond me (but here we are?)
And in this life that's so collegiate
I try my best to be expedient
The earlier I get someplace will have an effect on when it ends
I just wait for it to end
Whether or not that doom impends

I'd like to ask you what you think about this great idea I had; let me clear my throat, 'cause I think it's a good one
Well, I was wondering, well, if you didn't mind, I mean, I guess I want to know if we could be Facebook official
And it's okay if you say no, and it's okay if it's too early, and it's fine with me if you just don't think of us that way
But I was hoping, wishing, praying, getting down onto my knees, I trick myself into having feelings and I don't go halfway
No, I can't really breathe
Here, let me take off the mask, um