Warranty

Who's this guy staring at me He's there when I step in the bathroom I don't like his hair or his teeth And I sure don't like his attitude It occurs to me I'm not supposed to be A self-parody but I am Now I'm wondering Is there a warranty A replacement plan And I'm stuck in the body Of a stranger I don't relate to And my condition is not a hobby And that's something I can't explain to you F*ck It occurs to me I'm not supposed to be A self-parody but I am And don't make me explain it to you Now I'm wondering Is there a warranty A replacement plan It occurs to me The person I'm supposed to be Is exactly who I am And don't make me explain it to you Now I'm wondering Is there a contingency A replacement plan That felt better