I'm a Walmart brand of man
You can buy one and get one free
Why do you put up with all my shit
When I'm not who you want me to be?
There's an artery in my heart
That you pull at until it bleeds
To reassure you I'm not made of machines
Make me do what I'm just not built for
I'm bound to let you down
Try to make me the king of your world
Yet you're wearing the crown
After everything you call me
I'm not a person, I'm a thing
I'm just your friend that's made of machines
Sit me down in front of keys
I'm bound to play wrong notes
But give me a little practice
And I'll write stuff you can quote
You may be onto something
But I'm not sure if I can be
How can I be famous if I'm made of machines?