Armchair Martian

I can't even rhyme
about things i really give a thought
you're right i suppose
why even hide from those who know
and i could pray, then you'd have to stay
so i'll be brave and i
i don't like you any more
you're so vain, you're such a chore
couldn't level after all
i'm not waiting for your call
i could pray, but then you'd have to stay
so i'll be brave and i

well i could pray, but then you'd have to stay
think it over and sitting out the race
and the selfish news
without a sight but it still kills me
spilling all, been waiting out