We Have a Technical

We have a random on the westside
 Personality malfunction
 He says I can't give you anything at all
 Just a room with a bad view of you
 He sent a letter to a downstat
 Saying sorry that I missed you
 But I can't think of anything to do
 He's addicted to the time track
 We have a technical
 We have a technical
 He's in a hotel where they all go
 Saying "Boy, I've lost my memory"
 It's so surprising
 Just how quickly things can end
 Like a hero on a platform of friends
 This table is so crowded
 With people that I don't know
 And I never really turn
 My thoughts on you
 So the image breaks down again
 We have a technical
 We have a technical
 I suppose it's very shady
 At least until the lights go out
 Advertising posters on the wall
 And the young boys singing softly
 Do they ever come back
 Or is it always at the wrong time
 I could crawl around the floor
 Just like I'm real
 And move a hand in front of my eyes
 We have a technical
 We have a technical