Throw out my premonitions
That noise is wasted time
Blame the human condition
We’re trained to idolize

Hide your childish vision
For it will be vandalized
The fruits and flowers glisten
Under expensive lights

Throw a fit
Pout your lips
Sneak a kiss
Shake your hips
Frosted tips
Middle kids

I don’t wanna live like this
I don’t wanna live like this

I don’t wanna end up bitter either way
So I’ll take my kool aid microwaved
I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna

Fly high sweet fascination
Swing by but never stay
Most of us wouldn’t be here
If you removed the stage

Change my mind
Shake me till you make me listen
I won't put up a fight

Please be kind
I'm breaking
I'm in used condition
Truth don't make it alright