Like I'm Seventeen And The World Turns Hostile Around Me

I Keep My Distance But Somehow I Slip Into Their Arms

And The Well Kept Secret

Handing Out Compliments And Stupid Opinions

I Loose Myself



Figuring Out How Long I Have Pretended That I Live Here

Inside The Private Lives And Ugly Suicides

I Would Never Bother Among Commercial Signs And Common Sense

Maybe Deeper I Can't Relate To The Facts And I'm Unable To Act Surprised

It's Too Familiar



Safe And Sound Inside Of Trouble Deep Feeling Clever

There's Not A Thing That Could Wake Me

You See Like Anyone Of You People

Will Be Back Here Again To Wake Me When It's Over