Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
Well, take a taxi to the show
We could report by phone
We could remind ourselves
That we must laughReconsider fame
I need new reasons
This is detention
And it's not fun at allRemind me to smile
You know the old friends line
It gets so, I feel like
I'm in this cold glass cageI've got the horrors
Check over my shoulder
I punch the air and fight
But no one's thereYou, you, oh no
Old scars, don't show
We fall, you see
Crawl, crawl in loveI dive, dive, so clean
Young things don't scream
Toys, toys, so far
Boys, boys, you areRemind me to smile
You know the old friends line
It gets so, I feel like
I'm in this cold glass cageGet off the car
Get off the phone
Move from my window
Leave me aloneKeep your revivals
Keep your conventions
Keep all your fantasies
That's all we are