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Johnny wishes he was famous
Spends his time alone
in the basement
With Lennon and Cobain
A guitar and a stereo
While he wishes he
could escape this
It all seems so contagious
Not to be yourself and faceless
In a song that has no soul
I remember feeling low
I remember losing hope
I remember all the feelings
And the day they stopped
We are we are all innocent
Tina’s losing faith in what she knows
Hates her music
hates all of her clothes
Thinks of surgery
And a new nose
Every calorie is a war
While she wishes she
was a dancer
And that she'd never
heard of cancer
She wishes God would give her
some answers
And make her feel beautiful
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