Like me...

…and me, and all that we could be,
Out if this black hole show, by the black sea,
We’re all surrounded by the old, just running their stuff,
We don’t really care for them, they don’t really care for us,
You see, I don’t wanna be what they meant all of us to be,
Shaking hands with the sales artist, the master degrees,
With the, lost kids and the loveless ones,
Yeah I can look like them but I’ll never be one,
And if you wanna be the bullet out of this gun,
Then tell us please what you’re made of,
Oh tell us please what you’re made of,
Oh tell me please are you in love? Like me…
I say love…