He's a Robot

I feel it coming old school bumming sight of your car becomes weak Feeling the sorrow as songs we love play in my head on repeat Although it's not great it's not a tragedy just a fluke So why am I not ok with just reality no time of need Although the smells seep in my shell It's been a time of welcoming It's never told or carved in stone how you're supposed to be Although it's not great it's not a tragedy just a fluke So why am I not ok with just reality no time of need Ooo, ooo Ooo, ooo