Lyrics
I've been locked inside your technicolor heart shaped box
You know I'm always here for a punch up and our little talks
You keep me in your room with your heat lamp and the air you breathe
Until you cut me off and I'm hanging by the skin of my teeth
Now I am winning at your game
I am asking for your name
I am lost enough
Without your love
I am searching for signs of life
You're just using me
To keep you company
You're just using me
To pass the time
It's always been about keeping you at stasis, oh
Revolving all around you, covering all your bases
I might never run the way you had hoped I'd be
So my planned obsolescence is the thing that set me free
Now I am winning at your game
Fuck the content fuck the deadline fuck the fame
Is the cat dead or alive
Let's open the box and look inside
I am searching for signs of life
Yes you're just using me
To give you sympathy
You're just using me
To pass the time
Now I am winning at your game
Fuck the eggshells, fuck the acting, fuck the pain
Is the cat dead or alive
Open the box, fucking look inside
I am searching for habitable planets
I am winning at your game
Fuck the acting, fuck the eggshells, fuck the fame
I am lost enough
Without your love
I am searching for habitable planets