Fictionalized Resentment (Yeah you, the sell out)

Did you become a stranger to yourself?

The stereotype you never likened yourself to be

The prostitute with the squeaky voice coming through her nose

I can tell you’re feigning happy from the way you wear your clothes

 

Sold your blood for another day of light

Dyed your hair to save yourself from losing touch

Staying young is for the old, they say

But youth is what is giving you a face

 

Sell out, sell out they cry in your nightmares

And you know you hope they lie

Faked out, faked out they cry in your insecure ears

And I can’t hold you tonight

Cause all you’ve done is prove them right

 

I know, you’re just a character

Tall they wanted was another performer

But when you fall the spotlight

What will you do

 

Sell out, sell out they cry in your nightmares

And you know you hope they lie

Faked out, faked out they cry in your insecure ears

And I can’t hold you tonight

Cause all you’ve done is prove them right

Sell out, sell out they cry in your nightmares

And you know you hope they lie

Faked out, faked out they cry in your insecure ears

And I can’t hold you tonight

Cause all you’ve done is prove them right

Blue Eyed Bitch

No thank you father

No thank you sir

Try to get me clean but

You drown me in dirty water

They tried to get me free

They try to get me high

But when I hear the fireworks and bell tolls

I run and hide

 

Just a blue eyed bitch

Just a problem pocket

Gotta scratch that itch

Gotta light the rocket (x2)

All your hope for me sails away into the dark night

Just a blue eyed bitch, waiting for one hot minute of light

 

No thank you public

No thank you baby

You try to get her clean until

You see the scars ain’t dirt

They tried to get her out

They try to get her low

But when she hears the camera click and low growl

She knows where to go

 

Just a blue eyed bitch

Just a problem pocket

Gotta scratch that itch

Gotta light the rocket (x2)

All your hope for me sails away into the dark night

Just a blue eyed bitch, waiting for one hot minute of light

 

Out of all the shades of gray a young girl can become

You had to pick the one they’d see as a sign of whats to come

You can turn you back on everything

You can start again

I can runaway from it all, baby

What fun would that have been

 

Just a blue eyed bitch

Just a problem pocket

Gotta scratch that itch

Gotta light the rocket (x2)

All your hope for me sails away into the dark, seductive night

Just a blue eyed bitch, waiting for one hot minute of light

Waiting on one hot minute of light

Waiting on one hot minute of life