He's washing his face to start his day
He's lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
Nothing in the
mirror ever shows him what's within
Now he's checking out the faces
On the back of
the milk
He's sour under all this pressure
He thinks the missing person looks an awful lot
like him
And he starts his engine
But he knows that he's missing
gears
Chorus: Incomplete
Where will you find yourself?
Incomplete
Where
will you find yourself?
(2nd: Where will you lose yourself?)
'Cause you're the missing
person now
Step outside your doubt
And let yourself be found
He's sick of the
race just to save face
He's tied and tried, he's sick and tired
Tired of the holes that
are making him incomplete
He'll push the pedal to the floor
Like the day
before
He's trying to be always trying
Try to find an end to justify his
means
