Canned sentiments, would you mind
Not into it, got no time
Make space for the holes in my mind
Make plans for the many replies
And all the times you've tried
And you can feel it in your gut
It wasn't right
Wasn't what it was supposed to be
Canned sentiments, would you mind
Not into it, got no time
Make space for the holes in my mind
Make plans for the many replies
And all the times you've tried
And you can feel it in your gut
It wasn't right
Wasn't what it was supposed to be
Don't have the patience
Bitter in taste
Living in boxes
Living in perpetual race