The Love Machine

I know that I abuse you

But you chase my fear

I would crawl if I had to

Whatever it takes I suppose

Is it real or is it superficial

If it's from the love machine

I won't waste any more of your time

With words I don't know if I feel

Self-aware, self-absorbed

I'm shedding my skin

For better or for worse

No I don't want to be like them

With a cross on my back

Manufacture my appreciation

Or should I buy it from a bag

I look away

Oh I just can't keep my eyes

From falling out of my head

Pink fuzzy love

Is it you or is it me

21st century man

Self-aware, self-absorbed

I'm stuck in my skin

Oh what a simple curse