Marissa, I don't have the charisma Every single fucking thing's for sale, but I got nothing to sell ya Do you think it's unacceptable I've been feeling quite expendable? Bodies in spaces, yeah, I know the deal You know stuff I could never know You're patient, I'm insatiable You allow yourself to feel the things you feel But, I can't think like that I can't feel powerless Sometimes I feel like giving in Marissa, I don't have the charisma Every single fucking thing's for sale, but I got nothing to sell ya Wish I could try your life a bit Wanna be on that freaky Friday shit A redemption arcade, shooting shit, alright You remember stuff that I forget You're lovely, I'm inadequate You're the sunrise that could end my darkest night Marissa, I don't have the charisma Every single fucking thing's for sale, but i got nothing to sell ya In this hellscape of an economy, what man can afford to go to therapy? So, baby, what do you do when you feel alone? Cause, there's no comfort in testosterone Marissa, I really fucking miss ya I don't need no fucking bitter pill No, I think I could try Marissa, I don't have the charisma Every single fucking thing's for sale, but I got nothing to sell ya Marissa, I don't have the charisma Every single fucking thing's for sale But I got nothing to sell ya (I don't have the charisma, oh Marissa, oh Marissa)