I've always lived this way;
used to wish for other
ways to feel.
On a tidal wave,
with white walls and
a body made of steel.
And I'm drinking,
in the sunlight.
Wind whooshing by,
says I'm James Dean.
I can't fake it,
because I'm so uncool.
Better make it
to an ivy-league school.
I've always lived this way;
always running to get closer
to how I feel.
On a tidal wave;
not enough money
or looks to buy a meal.
And I'm standing,
before the teller,
and I tell her,
to close my account.
There goes my religion;
well, the one that isn't
west coast bound.
I've always lived this way;
watching people on t.v.
communicate how I feel.
Wanna be a slave,
with the screen as my
new shield.
