Copy Body

[Verse]
The lonely is in my copy body
Following me to a double bed
Where I never give up I just give in
Throwing down my keys on the chance that when I’ve had enough of the LOL repeat
There must be something more to be…
In the fantasy of me and me and me and me and me

When the lonely is in I write myself a note
So that what I know now I might know now and then also
I try to be a true friend to me to the bitter end of me
Trying to pretend that I can still be free
When the lonely is in I play at staring
Where every blink erases the last thing I see
Destroying memories

On the chance there’s something more to be
Is there a chance there’s something more to be?

In the fantasy of me and me oh oh
What am I holding out for anyway?
If all matter is the same to me
What I am holding out for anyway?
It’s hard to say specifically
What I am holding out for anyway?
What I am holding out for anyway?

[Outro]
We’re making money like it’s easy but it’s not
The dollar’s dropping and the dollar’s all we got
No gold, no gold, just an out-of-focus coffin waving
Two feet away in a room like an oven saying:
"I’ve had enough"