Stare out the window

You can apost make the time go

You don apost even know why you aposre here

Wait for the weekend to go off the deep end

And make everything disappear

You lost in a teenage jail

So you and so vicious and so frail

Where something is always for sale

You  lost in a teenage jail

You  not like your mothers

You  not like the others

You not quite like anyone else

They do even know you

Got nothing to show you

So get something good for yourself