being ohsoscene.
MAKE ME YOUR FRIEND.
WRITE ME A LONG, HEARTFELT LETTER.
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LET'S BE PRETENTIOUS,
be something we're not,
and we'll jump on the bandwagon
CAUSE WE THINK IT IS "HOT,"
and we'll shake our new wave asses
(it's the thing to do!)
until we can't think or breathe.
LET'S BE DRAMATIC,
prescriptions for pills!
then we’ll buy them with our paychecks
SO WE CAN'T PAY OUR BILLS,
and we'll sleep until tomorrow
(i'll be dreaming of you!).
oh yeah.
LET'S BE MYOPIC,
elitist, and smart,
gently rehash pop nostalgia
INTO BIBLICAL ART,
preach our genius to the masses
'TIL OUR FACES BLUE
oh yeah. oh yeah. oh yeah.
I WANT TO DRIVE MY CAR
into a wall.
I WANT TO BUY YOUR HOUSE
just to burn it down.
PLEASE LET ME SLEEP WITH SOMEBODY
that i will never trust.
BLAME THE CRUEL ART OF PRETENSION
FOR MY SCREW-UPS.
LET'S BE NEUROTIC,
our highs and our lows,
hire someone who smells famous
TO TELL ALL OF OUR WOES.
they'll dissect us like we're children
attending sunday school.
oh yeah.
LET'S BE ECLECTIC,
won’t graze with the pack.
you can pierce it with a pin,
tattoo its name on your back,
BUT YOU'LL NEVER BE AS DIFFERENT AS YOU WANTED TO BE.
oh yeah. oh yeah. oh yeah.
I WANT TO DRIVE MY CAR
into a wall.
I WANT TO BUY YOUR HOUSE
just to burn it down.
PLEASE LET ME SLEEP WITH SOMEBODY
that i will never trust.
BLAME THE CRUEL ART OF PRETENSION
FOR MY SCREW-UPS.
I CAN'T STOP DANCING,
or running in place.
a reflection of my failures
all lit up in your face.
i see friends and i see lovers
and my confidants.
oh yeah.
FRUSTRATED LIARS AND IDIOT SAVANTS,
comforted by our petty torments
AND OUR LIQUOR-FILLED HAUNTS.
if we sleep for 3 tomorrows,
will we wake up new?
oh yeah. oh yeah. oh yeah.
I WANT TO DRIVE MY CAR
into a wall.
I WANT TO BUY YOUR HOUSE
just to burn it down.
AND IF I SLEEP WITH SOMEBODY
that i might ever love,
BLAME THE CRUEL ART OF PRETENSION
FOR MY SCREW-UPS.
blame the cruel art of pretension,
I'M SO SCREWED UP.