Super Mall Mannequin

My mind feels like a mixed up Rubik's Cube An empty crossword box And I'm lost without the clue A day late, a few cents short Out of tune, dazed and confused I'm all grown up and don't know what to do I need an escape Everybody said my twenties would be Great The whole world feels so fake Just a bunch of talking heads So I dress up and blend in Like a super mall mannequin I don't deserve to eat if it's not catchy My waistline drops with every song I sing Well kid that's nice for you to do as a hobby But don't be so naive You'll never make any money I need an escape Everybody said my twenties would be Great The whole world feels so fake Just a bunch of talking heads So I dress up and blend in Like a super mall mannequin Existential crisis Or maybe quarter-life Disassociating on the right, down aisle five When did I get so jaded? Why does everything test my patience? I'm a cynical mess at best The walls are closing in And I'm claustrophobic I need an escape Everybody said my twenties would be Great The whole world feels so fake Just a bunch of talking heads So I dress up and blend in Like a super mall mannequin