Do you ever ask yourself when you're alone
What am I even doing? Is anything in my life moving?
Am I stuck in the mud?
Do you ever think to yourself when you're alone, how could somebody ever love me?
Do you ever get tired of living, tired of trying?
I don't, I don't, but I'm lying
Life is a vending machine and I'm out of quarters
And everybody else got something sweet but
Mine is out of order
Do you ever sit and daydream about - what if it had all worked out?
And where would I be now, if the pieces had fit?
Do you ever write novels about all that could happen?
And I'm not saying in a good way - it's rolling down your face
Can't help it but, I'm crying
Life is a vending machine and I'm out of quarters
And everybody else got something sweet but
Mine is out of order
Break me out of this mood
Talk me down, I'm so blue
I'm so blue, but it's just a mood
Feels like
Life is a vending machine and I'm out of quarters
And everybody else got something sweet but
Mine is out of order