Don't wanna be a human who is lost inside a junkyard

(Sort the trash from my brain, identify the discards)

Don't want to be a human who is always on and en garde

(Let's float through my brain in a windowless car)

Don't wanna be a human who tries to plan a perfect day tomorrow, always on delay

Don't wanna be a human who cries through hours of the Great British Bake-off every other day

And I fear I'm ice cream in the sun

And I fear I'm becoming a rather boring person

Well there's comfort here knowing you feel like I do

And you…are you a human too?

Don't wanna be a human who is terrified of aging…

Like every day's a race between the good things and the bad that are changing

(Will the good things win so I can be loved again?)

Don't want to be a human who don't wanna be a human who

Tries to plan a perfect day tomorrow just to watch it blow away

Repetition is a sin, repetition is a sin

Confess, confess to your inner drama you sexy puritan

And I fear I'm ice cream in the sun

And I fear I'm becoming such a boring person

Well there's comfort here knowing you feel like I do

And you…are you a human too?

It's true, that tesla is coming after you

Then maybe when you're 80 once again you'll be cool

And you, are you human too?

That tesla is coming for you, a nice chardonnay is coming for you, your security home system is after you...Tesla