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