Betweenager
I sang the songs but I didn't know what they meant
The tape would end, I'd turn over and start again
Those were the days when nobody understood
Try to explain if I actually thought they would
With my teeth clenched and my fist closed
I can feel it deep in my bones
That he's talking to me
No one could ever let me know
That I was going off the rails and so
Beholden to a fanciful ego
That told me what I was to be
An actor at 17
Role model at 21
But a rockstar at 23
That's where I retire
Sat in the dark, if the girls at school only knew
How deep I was and the torment that I'd been through
With my hair styled into curtains
I can feel it course through my veins
That they're looking my way
No one could ever let me know
That I was going off the rails and so
Beholden to a fanciful ego
That told me what I was to be
An actor at 17
Role model at 21
But a rockstar at 23
That's where I retire
What is to become of our darling firstborn son?
Is he going mad up in his room?
The makeup and the hair
The piercings and fur coat he wears when he goes out
Is he gay?
No one could ever let me know
That I was going off the rails and so
Beholden to a fanciful ego
That told me what I was to be
An actor at 17
Role model at 21
But a rockstar at 23
That's where I retire
All betweenagers are held captive
By their own furtive imagination
All betweenagers
That means us and that means them and that means you and
All betweenagers are held captive
By their own furtive imagination
All betweenagers
That means us and that means them and that means you
The tape would end, I'd turn over and start again
Those were the days when nobody understood
Try to explain if I actually thought they would
With my teeth clenched and my fist closed
I can feel it deep in my bones
That he's talking to me
No one could ever let me know
That I was going off the rails and so
Beholden to a fanciful ego
That told me what I was to be
An actor at 17
Role model at 21
But a rockstar at 23
That's where I retire
Sat in the dark, if the girls at school only knew
How deep I was and the torment that I'd been through
With my hair styled into curtains
I can feel it course through my veins
That they're looking my way
No one could ever let me know
That I was going off the rails and so
Beholden to a fanciful ego
That told me what I was to be
An actor at 17
Role model at 21
But a rockstar at 23
That's where I retire
What is to become of our darling firstborn son?
Is he going mad up in his room?
The makeup and the hair
The piercings and fur coat he wears when he goes out
Is he gay?
No one could ever let me know
That I was going off the rails and so
Beholden to a fanciful ego
That told me what I was to be
An actor at 17
Role model at 21
But a rockstar at 23
That's where I retire
All betweenagers are held captive
By their own furtive imagination
All betweenagers
That means us and that means them and that means you and
All betweenagers are held captive
By their own furtive imagination
All betweenagers
That means us and that means them and that means you
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