I'm kinda rusted, everyone's noticed   Salty and edgy, it's not my fault   I wear a costume to make up for broken   I wear a ribbon for the problems I've solved      The habit is compelling, treat it like addiction   The rise and fall of conviction   The peace and shame of giving in   I've got a name it's all I have      I'm a skinny wire radio tower   I believe there's something more   I'm a silver jet just passing over   I believe there's something more      I'm covered with choices, it's not becoming   This way or that one, I can't decide   I've got a name, it's all I know