Lyrics:

Hear me out: I don't listen well.
Follow closely, while I help myself.
I'm always a pleasure to be with,
When the pleasure's always mine.
So give me something, or someone,
I can hide behind.

I'm sad about girls.
No, I'm sad about pretty things just out of reach.
I'll just stay home, with my mannequin loveseat;
She's got dibs on my heart.

I can't explain it. It's complicated -
I found my strength in numbers,
But I can't fake it any longer.
Because I'm a pleasure to be with,
If the pleasure's always mine.
So give me something, or someone,
I can hide behind.

I'm sad about girls.
No, I'm sad about pretty things just out of reach.
I'll just stay home, with my mannequin loveseat;
She's got dibs on my heart.

Is there anything? (Is there anything?)
Is there anything left? (Is there anything left?)
Is there anything left of me at all? (Is there anything left of me at all?)
Is there anything? (Is there anything?)
Is there anything left? (Is there anything left?)
Is there anything left of me at all? (Is there anything left of me at all?)

I'm sad about girls.
No, I'm sad about pretty things just out of reach.
I'll just stay home (stay home), with my mannequin loveseat;
She's got dibs on my heart.
I'm sad about girls.
No, I'm sad about pretty things just out of reach.
I'll just stay home, with my mannequin loveseat;
She's got dibs on my heart.

Is there anything? (Is there anything?)
Is there anything left? (Is there anything left?)
Is there anything left of me at all?