I'm sorry, I'm not made of plastic. 

I'm mostly made of regrets and irony. 

My alias is lonely and sarcastic.

I’m blinded by music and fantasy.

I’m no brick, not a trace or an outline,

and I don’t fit your mold.

I’m a sinner, and I’m a drifter.

I’m a walking time bomb with a heart of gold.

I’m petrified of human connection.

I’m a whirlwind of self-destruction.

You want someone to play a role.

I read the lines, but keep my soul.

I’m no brick, not a trace or an outline,

and I don’t fit your mold.

I’m a sinner, and I’m a drifter.

I’m a walking time bomb with a heart of gold.

I’m not suit or a hero, my mouth could start a war.

I could act for you, but really your play is a bore.

I’m no brick, not a trace or an outline,

and I don’t fit your mold.

I’m a sinner, and I’m a drifter.

I’m a walking time bomb with a heart of gold.