Poor Trait

My life is movie You won't see at the movies It was panned And no one likes a tragedy-borne yuppie With a pipe dream, looking quickly For an opening to flee That's generalized anxiety And weed Who doesn't get you and still tells you "Yeah dude, I know what you mean" I am a liar truth be told Looks put together, never whole I am a dying breed I hope My love is a rollercoaster Going up and down and over now What do you think? Don't I do a good job getting 'round In this postmodernistic (Sic) dog pound We all live in? Now I'm truly in love Now I found the one In my reflection in their bedroom mirrors Sexy and post-nut I am a liar truth be told Looks put together, never whole I am a dying breed I hope Don't have a crying chance In holy hell of saving for my soul I recommend they break the mold So I don't come around again I am a liar truth be told Looks put together, never whole My life is a lonely You don't see in your twenties Most the time I'm questioning like everything From money to the unassuming Crummy afternoons I spend inside My room the sun is setting as I dry A carpet stain that's human-shaped And no one cared to cry I am a liar truth be told Looks put together, never whole I am a dying breed I hope Don't have a crying chance In holy hell of saving for my soul I recommend they break the mold So I don't come around again