there is a boy in a band
who is friends with my french
teacher's step-son sebastian
a very nice
gentleman
he seems to know me
but i cant remember him
good god forgive me i'm
out of my element
and i cant seem to keep them all straight
i've forgotten which people i like
and which people i hate
and im waiting
for someone to shake me and say
hey bitch
your wish
is my command
just smile
and nod
we'll under...
...standing in front of the sink
i'm pretending to wink
at pretend-paparazzi who hide
in the chemicals
from every locket behind
every curtain
their lenses ensure that i
look lost in thought yet
approachable
and i cant seem to keep them all straight
i've forgotten which ones i should skip
and which ones i should take
and i'm waiting
for someone to shake me and say
hey bitch
dont quit
you're almost dead
don't give up now
make friends instead
of going out
go home instead
of getting dressed
go back to bed
there is a voice on the phone
who's convinced i'm alone
and i've called 'cos im greedy
and looking for sympathy
he seems to like me
but i cant relate i
would like to get closer
but christ, all the time it takes
and i cant seem to keep myself straight
i've forgotten which habits to hide
and which habits to fake
and i'm waiting
for someone to shake me and say
hey bitch
nice tits
you're broke but then
you're rich in love
you're great in bed
you'll see the world
you'll knock them dead
and all the thick books that you've read
will count for nothing in the end