All these eyes keep pointing at me
Drawing targets on my back
Every evening they see through me
That's why i'm on the attack
From a club in johnson city
To a hotel in cologne
See our pale and sunken faces
We're calling anywhere our home
And i hope that you find all the peace that i could not find
Cos i just can't get it off of my mind
We're a complicated stereotype
Put a mortgage on our futures
Put a stopper in our youth
We would worry about it later
We were writing our own truce
And i guess that is why in all the pictures that i find
We had that little gleam in our eyes
One i haven't seen in such a long time
But i guess that's how the story goes
Just like a hundred times before
But it makes me sick that this is the end
Of those memories in a bargain bin
And what a sad summarisation
For a way to spend your youth
Just some cocky drunk teenager
Mothers thank you for the dues
And i hope that you find all the peace that i could not find
Cos i just can't get it off of my mind
We're a complicated stereotype
When we had that little gleam in our eyes
One i have't seen in such a long time