Testo: One Dollar Short. Receiving Transmission. Some Assembly Required.

Here we go again
Running, falling, screaming
At the top of my lungs
No apparent rhyme or reason
It's been so long now
I was quiet sure I'd forgotten
It's been so long now
And I wonder how I got it wrong
We're all plastic parts
We're all just falling apart
Was there ever a time when you thought of me
Was there ever a time when you thought there'd be
Some assembly required
Stick the glue
And put me back together