Straight

There is a boy in a band

Who is friends with my

French teacher's stepson, Sebastian

A very nice gentleman

He seems to know me

But I can't remember him

Good god, forgive me

I'm out of my element

And I can't seem to keep them all straight

I've forgotten which people I like and which people I hate

And I'm waiting for someone to shake me and say

"Hey, bitch, your wish is my command

Just smile and nod, we'll under"

Standing in front of the sink

I'm pretending to wink

At pretend paparazzi

Who hide in the chemicals

From every locket, behind every curtain

Their lenses ensure that

I look lost in thought

Yet approachable

And I can't seem to keep them all straight

I've forgotten which ones I should skip and which ones I should take

And I'm waiting for someone to shake me and say

"Hey, bitch, don't quit, you're almost dead

Don't give up now, make friends instead

Of going out, go home instead

Of getting dressed, go back to bed"

There is a voice on the phone

Who's convinced I'm alone

And I've called 'cause I'm greedy

And looking for sympathy

He seems to like me

But I can't relate

I would like to get closer

But Christ, all the time it takes

And I can't seem to keep myself straight

I've forgotten which habits to hide and which habits to fake

And I'm waiting for someone to shake me and say

"Hey, bitch, nice tits, you're broke, but then

You're rich in love, you're great in bed

You'll see the world, you'll knock them dead

And all the thick books that you've read

Will count for nothing in the end"