Want to meet him
Can't wait to see him
He looks like something that I'd see in a museum
His thoughts are empty
He's lookin' dirty
And I could hurt him cause I know he wouldn't stop me
But you don't need to feel so upset

Don't talk to me and pretend you care
He's not here, he's not there, he's not anywhere

I've got a notion
There's no emotion
He's just an auto-response to the commotion
He's got no future
He's just a loser
There are no meds to pull his head out of this stupor
You got his number
He's like a sunburn
You'll always itch it til you scratch, you never learn