You're still breaking hearts from your school
More likely more broken yourself
You're still taking parts from old fools
Who insist on helping themselves
Your favorite clothes weren't at the disco
You had a vision and made them yourself
You're still breathing life into tools
That you should have left on the shelf
You are still breathing, life never fools
How could you have done this yourself?
Your favorite novels were graphic of course
And you had to take every fall
You are still walking around in those shoes
And a jacket downhill from the mall
And you're still wearing hand-me-down blues
Those clothes don't fit you at all
Your favorite songs weren't on the radio
You had to play them yourself
(instrumental)
Your favorite stories weren't on TV
So you had to film them til dawn
You're still wearing those rusty old jewels
That you couldn't beg, sell, or pawn
You're still faking, same old hot jewels
That you run a street sweat and drawn
Your favorite scenes just weren't very real
Even though you were admirably cast
You're still playing your favorite deals
Where you didn't have to act
When your role was cut from the reel
On the floor you made one last splash
Your favorite meal wasn't on the menu
So you had to offer up yourself
