Honestly look at me, got a number for the mind to feednOne in the pile the king am I, stacked to the top with 555nHonestly I'm a Fus, perfectness oh fuckin' looknFind the courage to wait it out, any noise made is beautifulnnNow,nI'm about to get crownednBut her eye distracted me downnAnd I'm back where I wasnI'm the King of the FusnnHonestly look at me, simple little phone call requiringnTo be myself and I'm afraid if that got out you might see my facenHonestly I'm a Fus, perfectness I wanna touchnDo with you what I want for now, then I wake up and face the Violin'snnSound,nI'm about to get crownednBut her eye distracted me downnAnd I'm back where I wasnI'm the King of the FusnnI kiss the moon the moon kisses mine, I kiss the face that turned to the rightnBefore you get on I get sick of myself and that's the point of the rain check, sickest soundnWhy can't I just get what I want, oh please once, get what I wantnWe try so hard to look like we don't and you become second chance I let go, let go nnNow,nI'm about to get crownednBut her eye distracted me downnAnd I'm back where I wasnI'm the King of the FusnnFus!