paul blart mall cop

Things started to get so bad I started praying I don't believe in God Or anything like that I guess I needed something to get out Of my head again Get me out Of my head (Of my head) Moved across the country and became another person I fucking hate Maybe all in the plan But lately I just can't relate I'm in my head again Get me out Of my head (Of my head) (Of my head) (Of my head) Crying my eyes out In a Chili's parking lot Praying to God that I'm not alone A mall cop pulled up And asked if I was broken down I didn't know that what he said would have a different meaning now