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Weeknights, weekends
I just wanna go make friends
I just wanna go pretend
I don’t feel so alone
But twenty bucks and three drinks in
I just start sinking
Feel so insignificant
I wish I had stayed home
‘Cause these days
I’m not myself
I’m a cardboard cutout of everybody else
And these days
it all sounds the same
Like la-di-da-di-da-di-da-di-da-di-da-di-da-di-da-di
Oh you know, wherever you go
Everybody’s lost and alone
I wanna be so much more than my body and my acne scars
But tonight I'm nothing at all
I’m a paper maché doll
Chin up, stand straight
Smile more, you’ll feel great
Everybody feels like this
Just think brighter thoughts
Maybe that’s true
And it’s worked out for you
But I got some other shit going right now, now
‘Cause these days
My skin don’t fit
My face is foreign
My shoes too big
And these days
Every song sounds the same
Like la-di-da-di-da-di-da-di-da
Okay **** it
Oh you know, wherever you go
Everybody’s lost and alone
I wanna be so much more than my body and my acne scars
But tonight I'm nothing at all
Just a paper maché doll
(Hands in pockets, pockets and hands)
Paper maché doll
(Hands in pockets, pockets and hands)
I’m a paper maché doll
(Hands in pockets, pockets and hands)
Just a paper maché doll
(Hands in pockets, pockets and hands)
I’m a paper maché doll
(Hands in pockets, pockets and hands)