you're always talking about your pocket liner,
but what you put on's just a put-on, nothin' finer.
and maybe they won't see inside you,
well, not like i do.
no, not like i do when you're mine too, yeah.

yeah, you're solo.
why don't you think about and take a bow,
i want everyone up to recognize-- she's quite a sight.

stumbled til you're humbled and forgotten.
another number to slumber in a cell phone.
while i watch you struggle with the trouble just to break through,
think you can? well, i do.
yeah, i do. cuz you're mine, too.

yeah, you're solo.
why don't you think about and take a bow,
i want everyone up to recognize-- she's quite a sight.

hyper conscious of the process that surrounds you,
and you regress.
the colors of your dress eventually become you.
are you fed up feeling severed and cut off from inside you?
well, not like i do, when you were mine too.

yeah, you're solo.
why don't you think about and take a bow,
i want everyone up to recognize-- she's quite a sight.