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