All these eyes keep pointing at me
drawing targets on my back
every evening they see through me
that's why i'm on the attack
from a club in johnson city
to a hotel in cologne
see our pale and sunken faces
we're calling anywhere our home
and i hope that you find all the peace
that i could not find
cos i just can't get it off of my mind
we're a complicated stereotype
put a mortgage on our futures
put a stopper in our youth
we would worry about it later
we were writing our own truce
and i guess that is why in all the
pictures that i find
we had that little gleam in our eyes
one i haven't seen in such a long time
but i guess that's how the story goes
just like a hundred times before
but it makes me sick that this is the end
of those memories in a bargain bin
and what a sad summarisation
for a way to spend your youth
just some cocky drunk teenager
mothers thank you for the dues
that i could not find
cos i just can't get it off of my mind
we're a complicated stereotype
when we had that little gleam in our eyes
one i haven't seen in such a long time