don't you think that skateboards
and three-chord riffs are a little overdone?
as much as you hide behind gothic
vestments and chains and wristbands
there's only so much that you can make original
before you become just as fake
as everyone else
being cool is never as hot as being you
but how can you be you when you don't
know who you want to please
hold on to your headphones as long as you can
because they only stretch so far
before the wires rip and you have to lie to be free again
you just want somebody to ride
the rollercoaster beside you
they'd hold your hand and scream along with you
and smile and cry and hold you tight
and write songs about when they met you
play it to you at midnight when the moon is bright
with a broken acoustic guitar and a smile on their face
they'd have rock and roll eyes
and you know you'd love them till sunset
before jetting off on your stolen motorbike
in a leather jacket of course, and everybody
would stare, but you'd just laugh.
