Acting as if clueless
Flailing around
Sailor Moon-less
People keep passing me by
Is it my toothless smile
Rush hour, down to my britches
I'm building a wall that'll never be finished
Sink through the floor
I'm quintessentially yours
Ready to be banished
Standing on the corner
Handing out pamphlets
One in a million
Still like my chances
Taking advantage of surplus
Stepped into the furnace
State your purpose
What are you here for
What do you want
I need 60 seconds to talk
What are you here for
What do you want
In 60 seconds I'll be gone