Unoriginal

[Verse 1]
I'm at the store, I'm looking at the floor
I calibrate the price tags and regulate the spores
It's not fair, but someone's gotta care
Put things in their place while the world keeps burnin'
I'm such a whore for automatic doors
And busted up actors who wash up on the shore
And lie there for families to stare
Singin' down their scales while the world keeps turnin'

[Chorus]
So play this
At my funeral
I already know
This one's unoriginal
And I feel this
It's my curtain call
I already know
This one's unoriginal

[Verse 2]
I'm white bread, there's nothin' in my head
There's someone in the tunnels always lurking at the edge
You stand there, the lights in your hair
Pure adoration in your stare
In your stare
You look nice, you all look nice
I turn to the crowd and grin like a bear while the world keeps burning

[Chorus]
So play this
At my funeral
I already know
This one's unoriginal
And I feel this
It's my wake-up call
I already know
This one's unoriginal

[Post-Chorus]
Ooh, I already know
This one's unoriginal

[Verse 3]
It's such a bore, it's all been done before
I guess that in a nutshell, it's hollow at the core
It's not fair, but someone's gotta care
Put things in their place while the world keeps