I am plastic   Just for a lark   I would trade   All of my moving parts   If you can move me   Like you say you can   Are you pretending   You can love a tin can   Cold, tired and stale   Help me get away from here      This is what I want for my life   But im not sure if im programmed right   Or if im under the gun   With some sick fascination to over indulge   And it seems   Like these nuts and bolds and dreams   Always find some way to compete   And I don’t ever ?      Oh you say that you want me   Mirrors and flesh never fell that easy   And never can we kiss like   The scene in these shows   Never will lens grace   Our awkward pose   By igniting on embrace   Irony is all I taste      This is what I want for my life   But im not sure if im programmed right   Or if im under the gun   With some sick fascination to over indulge   And it seems   Like these nuts and bolds and dreams   Always find some way to compete   And I don’t ever ?   And I said   This is what I want for my life   But im not sure if im programmed right   Or if im under the gun   With some sick fascination      ???