Canned sentiments, would you mind Not into it, got no time Make space for the holes in my mind Make plans for the many replies And all the times you've tried And you can feel it in your gut It wasn't right Wasn't what it was supposed to be Canned sentiments, would you mind Not into it, got no time Make space for the holes in my mind Make plans for the many replies And all the times you've tried And you can feel it in your gut It wasn't right Wasn't what it was supposed to be Don't have the patience Bitter in taste Living in boxes Living in perpetual race