Post by >>The Neon One on Oct 24, 2003 22:42:27 GMT -5
And it feels so strange
To be checking my hair again
As if you really notice that strand not perfectly in place
Trying to be someone to someone else
is not something I'm acustomed to
I've forgot where I left my impressive self
It's probably molding over somewhere on a dusty shelf
Guess I'll just have to play it by wing
So we sit there
Putting on smiles
And clever conversation
Confident airs
And procrastin'
By where we know we'll find the other
If feels so strange
Why do we bother
If we're playing the same game?
Why don't we break off these masks
They're getting sweaty and the shape is cramming
The claustrophobia is settling in
We're trapped by walls we didn't create
Because society shuts us in these rules
So we're running around in circles
Peeking furtively from our facades
Straining to see each other
Without seeming too interested
Because they all love to tell us
Who can and can't play
Because they miss being the dictators of the jungle gym
From first and second grade
So they put us on the new, "mature" black-list
But unlike them, we're not in kidnergarten
We learned long ago that cooties didn't exist
That relationships aren't vehicles of their silly fame
But symbolic of the intricacies of human connections
Which they added rules to, making it a game
So what's the point of continuing
Being stuck in their game?
Why should we care what they think
If we don't want to play their game?
We don't care about opinions in any other matter
Yet they've got us caught in their net
Even the strong fall victim to social pressure
We want to see the real thing
Because falsehood naturally repels our inner beings
So leave the games to the children around us
They can continue clinging to the pieces of childhood
That I am glad to leave behind
They can have their games, but why should we?
Let's forget the confines and constrains of these imaginary laws
These rumors, this drama and paranoia of flaws
I want to exchange hearts seriously
To be checking my hair again
As if you really notice that strand not perfectly in place
Trying to be someone to someone else
is not something I'm acustomed to
I've forgot where I left my impressive self
It's probably molding over somewhere on a dusty shelf
Guess I'll just have to play it by wing
So we sit there
Putting on smiles
And clever conversation
Confident airs
And procrastin'
By where we know we'll find the other
If feels so strange
Why do we bother
If we're playing the same game?
Why don't we break off these masks
They're getting sweaty and the shape is cramming
The claustrophobia is settling in
We're trapped by walls we didn't create
Because society shuts us in these rules
So we're running around in circles
Peeking furtively from our facades
Straining to see each other
Without seeming too interested
Because they all love to tell us
Who can and can't play
Because they miss being the dictators of the jungle gym
From first and second grade
So they put us on the new, "mature" black-list
But unlike them, we're not in kidnergarten
We learned long ago that cooties didn't exist
That relationships aren't vehicles of their silly fame
But symbolic of the intricacies of human connections
Which they added rules to, making it a game
So what's the point of continuing
Being stuck in their game?
Why should we care what they think
If we don't want to play their game?
We don't care about opinions in any other matter
Yet they've got us caught in their net
Even the strong fall victim to social pressure
We want to see the real thing
Because falsehood naturally repels our inner beings
So leave the games to the children around us
They can continue clinging to the pieces of childhood
That I am glad to leave behind
They can have their games, but why should we?
Let's forget the confines and constrains of these imaginary laws
These rumors, this drama and paranoia of flaws
I want to exchange hearts seriously