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