The Epoxies

I walk the streets on a saturday night
the skies are dim but the neon is bright
the lights are warm but the pavement is cold
love is bought and bodies are sold
Doesn't mean a thing to me
I'm just one of so many
I don't feel a thing at all
I'm not waiting for your call
I'm not in love
and I don't want to
I'm good for nothing
cuz nothing is true
People searching about tonight
Looking for someone
No one seems right
the ? warm and bodies are cold
Love is bought and bodies are sold
The world is made of glass
Like a set where nothing's real
Let them watching on a screen
I'm not put where things are seen