Fingers too tired to play the guitar
Legs too sore to pop my board
Blackberry, back where he thought I took
A nasty gash from a leafy hook
Brain busy installing new updates
I crashed two times just like yesterday
I cried with tears 'I didn't lie'
With purple marks on either side
Easy to control, when you have no thoughts
Easy to police when you have no brawn
I tried to hide with spit and fingers
A broken shred of feeling lingers
I feel like being misused
Feeling the skin against my bones
The releasing of hormones
I feel like being shackled down
Dragged by a horse through town
I'm more than just worn down I'm feeling
Posh posh boys with electric guitars
A set of new mics and tube amplifier
Oh I'm so cute! A baby! A honey
I got a record deal with daddy's fucking money
Posh posh boys with the brand new bass
A mullet on their head and a smooth baby face
Oh I'm so indie! A punk, or grunge
I'm better than the girls and I like to shoot my guns
I feel like being misused
Feeling the skin against my bones
The releasing of hormones
I feel like being shackled down
Dragged by a horse through town
I'm more than just worn down I'm feeling