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 priviliged 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 priviliged 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 say