the standard

i don't belong here, and you've said so, no footprints in the haze, you've heard me yelling, and you've walked on, from that empty space, remember that freakshow, and it bored you, charming, with a dry eye on a lonely sunday, isn't it standard now, like a faint smile, that, you say, will never matter again, i don't know why, i can't get you, get you off my mind, and when he wrath comes, like a bullet, you better take off from herein, so burn up your matches, i'm your witness, you say you wake up and take off and take off, your synthesized game, getting closer now, i see your satellite approaches the earth, isn't it standard, you've come to be so blessed, and you will never worry again, i don't know why, i can't get you, get you off my mind, i don't know why, i can't get you, get you off my mind,