He's washing his face to start his day
He's lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
Nothing in the mirror ever shows him
what's within

Now's he's checking out the faces
On the back of the milk
He's sour under all this pressure
He thinks the missing person looks an
awful lot like him

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He's sick of the race to just save face
He's tied and tried, he's sick and tired
He's tired of the holes that are keeping
him incomplete

He'll push the pedal to the floor
Like the day before
He's trying to be always trying
Try to find an end to justify his means