The Clicker

Broken to open, my vial of elegant remains Tired and woken, my illegitimate restraint Wired to broke again, I'm willingness relaxed Admired but shook and why will there be relapse The world is caught by your confidence But it only loses when you say it is One, two, three, four Open your lampshade and try yourself to get retired Broken but happy, it's wise more help is hired Token of half-baked, all your ideas inspired Move off the gram, babe, mall tour years expired Your patience is a virtue That gravity really suits you My cavity in pursuit knew Take time for you to reboot through I've got this temporary ache And it won't go away until I forsake it My body is a temple for life But it's falling apart from the day I stay sick