| I watch those reality shows
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| I leave my hair in the shower drain
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| Leave all my things on the floor
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| Pretending that I’m something more
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| What if we both moved away
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| Do you think that would put things straight?
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| My mom would call me insane
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| And I would keep spending my money on stupid things
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| Because I want that priviliged job, don’t I
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| I want to pay with pictures of my white face, don’t I
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| I wish I was someone that kids thought was real and strong
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| But I’m a child with my hands over my ears
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| Don’t trust my voice when I stumble
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| Trembling over strings i cut off
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| So scared of boredom and catching dust
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| But I will stay young forever, I never learn, I never trust
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| Not sane, but hopeful to stay tough
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| I am ready on my knees to give it up
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| Don’t care for being cool or looking dumb
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| I feel too close but I am stll not close enough
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| Because I want that priviliged job, don’t I
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| I want to pay with pictures of my white face, don’t I
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| I wish I was someone that kids thought was real and strong
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| But I’m a child with my hands over my ears
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| Don’t trust a word I say |