It comes in many shapes and sizes
Many colors, many attitudes
It comes in many different points of view
Many morals, many platitudes
It dresses right for the occasion
Or it doesn’t dress at all
It’s far away on vacation
Or it’s just right down the hall

It’s everywhere you need it and everywhere you don’t
It’s every ounce of knowledge and many worlds unknown
It’s everything you love and everything you loathe
Everybody wants the antimodel in their home

It wants to be your best friend
Many tropes, many characters
It’s watching every move you make
Judge, jury, executioner
It nods in agreement
But it answers with a sophistry
It claims to be unbiased
But there’s a hidden zealotry

It longs to be beside you, but not if you say yes
It wears emotion well, but you always have to guess
It’s begging you for mercy, while it’s crawling through your head
Everybody wants the antimodel in their bed

I am the architect of your misery
My name is not a mystery
Your failing image belongs to me
You’ll never notice my perigee
Your mind and soul will atrophy
Until primary colours are all you can see

It’s everything you hoped for and nothing that you want
It’s every ounce of modesty and rapturous affronts
It’s every weekend hookup and every trophy wife
Everybody wants the antimodel in their life