I’m a flight risk in the lobby of the socialite convention

Performing autopsies on the tension in the room

I brought a script but I missed the cue for intervention

Now I’m sweeping up the silence with a plastic broom

My serotonin’s unionized and went on strike again

Leaving picket lines of panic across my frontal lobe

I try to signal to the mothership, “come pick me up, my friend”

But I’m just a lonely astronaut inside a snow-globe

I’ve got a pocket full of pleasantries I purchased on the dark web

Counterfeit charisma for the chemically inept

I smile like a predator, or maybe like a spiderweb

Catching nothing but the dust of all the promises I kept

And I’m calibrating, calculating, waiting for the kick

Is there a cure for being fundamentally this sick?

Or am I just a phantom limb attached to society?

A side-effect of pharmaceutical propriety?

Oh, I’m out of sync, I’m out of time, I’m out of practice

Hugging porcupines and calling them a cactus

I want the chemistry, the alchemy, the simple human touch

But every time I reach, I think I analyze too much

I’m holding onto hellos like they’re currency in crash

Collecting receipts of the conversations I trash

I just want to be happy, is that too much to ask?

Or is the face beneath the face just another kind of mask?

I’m running beta tests on personality ver. 2.0

But the software isn’t compatible with the hardware of the heart

I tried to interface with peers at the kaleidoscope show

But I was busy tearing all the color schemes apart

They talk of weekends, weddings, weather, and the wine list

I talk of entropy, heat death, and the void

I’m number one on the “most likely to be declined” list

A sentient mistake that nature wants destroyed

I’m hoarding compliments like rations in a bunker

While the insults pile up like landfills in the sun

I’m a philosophic, catastrophic, melancholic clunker

Trying to finish races that I never should have run

And I’m oscillating, ventilating, hyper-focusing

On every microscopic movement that you’re noticing

Am I a person or a pattern recognition error?

A momentary lapse in your psychological terror?

Oh, I’m out of sync, I’m out of time, I’m out of practice

Hugging porcupines and calling them a cactus

I want the chemistry, the alchemy, the simple human touch

But every time I reach, I think I analyze too much

I’m holding onto hellos like they’re currency in crash

Collecting receipts of the conversations I trash

I just want to be happy, is that too much to ask?

Or is the face beneath the face just another kind of mask?

Doctor, doctor, give me the news

I’ve got a bad case of the "born to lose"

Is it nature? Is it nurture? Is it quantum bad luck?

I’m a black box recorder in a burning truck

I’m the observer effect, I change what I see

By simply being the disaster that is me

So give me the placebo! Give me the sugar pill!

Tell me I’m normal! Tell me I’m real!

Tell me I’m not just a gap in the reel!

TELL ME I’M REAL!

Oh, I’m out of sync, I’m out of time, I’m out of practice

Hugging porcupines and calling them a cactus

I want the chemistry, the alchemy, the simple human touch

But every time I reach, I think I analyze too much

I’m holding onto hellos like they’re currency in crash

Collecting receipts of the conversations I trash

I just want to be happy, is that too much to ask?

Or is the face beneath the face just another kind of mask?

Just a little out of sync (Just a little)

Just a little out of phase (Just a little)

I’m navigating mazes in a permanent daze

Hold the hand, miss the beat, trip the wire

Set the whole social contract on fire

I’m sorry, I’m trying, I’m sorry, I’m true

I just don’t know how to be human with you.