Incomplete
He's washing his face to start his day
He's lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
Nothing in the mirror ever shows him what's within
Now he's checking out the faces on the back of the milk
He's sour under all this pressure
He thinks the missing person looks an awful lot like him
Chorus:
He starts his engine
But he knows that he's missing gears
Incomplete!
Where will you find yourself?
Incomplete!
Where will you find yourself?
(Where will you lose yourself?)
'Cause you're the missing person now
Step outside your doubt
And let yourself be found!
He's sick of the race to just save face
He's tied and tried, he's sick and tired
He's tired of the holes that are keeping him incomplete
He'll push the pedal to the floor
Like the day before
He's trying to be always trying
Try to find an end to justify his means
Poparrazi
This is a tune for the poparazzi
The who's who and the so and so's
This is a tune for the graven images
Of Marilyn Monroe
We saw your face on the magazine
We heard the song on the MP3
You're stuck in my head
Stuck in my head, Stuck in my head
You can close your ears and your eyes but
Pop will never leave you alone
Leave me alone with your social mingle
You try so hard to stay on top
Leave me alone with your little jingle
With your picture perfect pop
We read the article in Seventeen
We saw the video on MTV
This is a tune for the late Nirvana
The teen spirit rock-and-roll
This is a tune for the velvet Elvis
On the 90210
I thought my eyes were gonna get off clean
'Til I read your lips on the TV screen
You were busy saying what you didn't mean
Now everyone's singing along
With your ridiculous song
You got it stuck
You got it stuck in my head...
