[Verse] The couch is wrong, still I sit there The lamp then insists on judging me These walls have seen a better man But that man is nowhere to be seen So I bought a life on black week sale The salesman said it fits my face Now I can't determine if it feels like my own It’s just well-lit, show and tell the blind spots [Pre-Chorus] There’s something underneath my feet Is it a dream or nightmare? I don’t hate it — not at all, as a matter of fact I just don’t feel allowed [Chorus] [Hollow] Everything in here is off brand Even my rest has a pitch Guess my voice fits the room wondered why, wonder why I must’ve missed a deal Everything in here is off brand But it passes… It passes for real [Verse] I've got records and they lean against the wall Only props of something in the past I know the words, I know them all But none of them are built to last They are outdated, nothing but fiction Authenticity on sale I paid extra just to feel Like I failed in better ways [Pre-Chorus] There’s a kind of comfort in the default It never asks you why It flatters you and your second thought Until the deserts multiply [Chorus] Everything in here is off brand Curated down to some trivial flaw I keep this mess intentional So it looks like more... more... MORE I talk in my own invented latin and I nod on cue I laugh right around the right time Everything in here is off brand But it’s close enough to mine [Instrumental Section] [odd-time groove] [Bridge] Somewhere there’s a version of me That never learned the terms No upgrades, no guarantees No need to be confirmed But he’s hard to monetize And worse to recommend So I keep him in a box Labeled “maybe, if, and when” [Breakdown] [close] Is it all lost in the X on a map It updates Without asking [Chorus] [Hollow] Everything in here is off brand Even my rest has a pitch Guess my voice fits the room wondered why, wonder why I must’ve missed a deal Everything in here is off brand But it passes… It passes for real [outro] The lights stay on The shelf looks right I leave the room unchanged Guess I’ll blame the décor again. [instrumental outro]
