Bitter Boy Bop

Imagine if you will
A rebel with claustrophobia
Living in the center of suburbia
With just an urge to live

It's the little things that count
Why is that you say?
Everyday he's asked how his day was
When he's living the same day
And the day goes like this

Think about life as he freshens up
Bide some time and look forward to lunch
Talk with the girl with hopes to achieve love
But he's distracted and is told to keep his eyes up front

Be like me
Says the one who caught him in the act
The act of searching for the real
In a place where it costs to feel

The rebel thinks a change is bound to come
But is reminded that it can't be done
The great compromise of the mind
Is interrupted when the clock sounds off
Another day of

Why don't you cut your hair?
Play the songs that I wanna hear
You look sad, go get some fresh air
Why don't you care?

He's questioned if he will follow
What, when, where, why, and how?
We've been doing it all along
But it stops now