"We'll take a taxi to the show We could report by phone We could remind ourselves that We must laugh Reconsider 'fame' I need new reasons This is detention it's not fun at all Remind me to smile You know, 'the old friends' line It gets so I feel like I'm in this cold, glass, cage I've got the horrors Check, over my shoulder I punch the air and fight but No one's there You you Oh no Old scars don't show We fall you see Crawl crawl in love I dive so clean Young things don't scream Toys toys so far Boys boys you are Get off the car Get off the phone Move from my window, leave me alone Keep your revivals Keep your conventions Keep all your fantasies that's all we are"