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