It’s not that you’re the type of kid to take drugs,
you always JUST SAID NO and told the teacher.
It’s not that you have anything to escape from,
you got it pretty good and that’s the problem.
They give you shiny pretty adjectives
that wipe you out,
orange and purple
like you always wanted to be.
And if you have ears you can’t avoid it,
if you have any grace you can’t refuse a gift,
but it’s your head that’s scrambled
and your heart that tenses
with the fight it knows it has to win.
And now you’re this little drugged-out giant
tryin’ to keep clean and be polite,
sayin’ thanks for all the rainbow pills they sing you,
tryin’ to be heard but never right.