“Pull out your clothes
You’re made for something special.”
If that’s what it takes to get you out of bed
You think you’re meant for California
But that’s just in your head
I saw you howling at the street lights
Pressed against the skin you want to shed
You tore down all the walls for answers
And found this shit instead
You and I remember in distinctly different ways
How we realized that we simply don’t belong
Like a cast of shallow characters performing on a stage
Our final bow before the curtain comes
Throw up your hands like everyone’s offensive
Give up to God if that’s your cup of tea
Once everybody else around you
Is bitter just like me
Don’t let the poison that surrounds you
Stifle out the life you want to live
Please know it truly doesn’t matter
And truly never did
You and I have woken up
With hollow copies of our names
With your scripted and directed set of lines
Like a cast of shallow characters performing on a stage
You know we’ll soon be fading from their minds
You and I, we both remember in distinctly different ways
How we realized that we simply don’t belong
Like a cast of shallow characters performing on a stage
Our final bow before the curtain comes
Our final bow before the curtain comes
Before the curtain comes…
