I'm all alone
and dinosaur bones
burried beneath
the fragile crust where we all sleep
why don't you pick up your phone
the color of the couch is turing red as you call my name
Why don't you pick up your phone
The weather man says enjoy my microwave
and maybe I'm just hearing things
Decorated on the outside, but empty at my core
I feel so extinct, I'm beginning to think that I
am a dinosaur
I feel out of place
Like a cradle lost in space
Like a poor boy at a country club
Like a trumpet out of tune
Like a humpback in the Mojave
Like a flag out on the moon
Decorated on the outside, but empty at my core
I feel so extinct, I'm beginning to think that I
am a dinosaur
am a dinosaur
am a dinosaur
Decorated on the outside, but empty at my core
I feel so extinct, I'm beginning to think that I
That I am the bones
That I am the bones
Decorated on the outside, but empty at my core
I feel so extinct, I'm beginning to think that I
am a dinosaur

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