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

You're 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 thoughts, 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