Look at us in the morning too tired to get a shirt on too tired to get a raise

Listen up car, start, get ready to go

Put me on your shoulder take me where you want

Like "oh my god I'm here, I'm not"

We used to build cities out of old plastic blocks

And at the end of the day

We'd tear them down for fun

Now we've got to build a solid structure to stand on

Now we've got a second set of teeth to take care of

And I am your second skin

I'm here to take from you your thoughts

I am the strapping young son in the second grade

My teachers think I'm quiet cause I do anything they say

They talk; I play with puppets by myself in my backyard

While the other kids tramp through the woods

Toy guns around their arms

Ask yourself, ask yourself and I know you'll come up dry

When I still wake you up at three AM for no reason

I am your second skin, I am that feeling

I'm here to take from you your thoughts

Look, stop, take a breath

My mother says

Don't forget to turn the light off when you leave a room, son

No, I'm not done yet, there's wet paint upon my hands

And I shall never finish up

I'll make myself no man