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Object Of Affection (2002)
The Kids Grow Up
Sleep alone, cross-eyed
One to the other
Moonlight trace
out paper curtains
I see ghosts handing me blank checks
with my name on them
I've got a nice business going
My friends don't like what I'm doing
I traded my life for recognition
I bottled and sold it
I made a nice profit
Where the days don't meet
Where the trees don't live
It's covered in plastic wrap
I bottled and sold it
I made a nice profit
(It's a crying shame
you know the kids always grow up)
They've got presidents
They've got actresses
They've got magicians
They've got beauticians
They've got scientists
They've got schoolteachers
There ain't nothing that they haven't stolen
I wore a mask once in a while
I wore a patch that said "I don't remember how to smile"
My teeth are on a plate next to rotting flesh
I perfumed and purified it
I made a nice profit
1-900-number
I swear it's my last phone call
Save me some of your revolutionary capital
Don't you know you only get one chance to be a star?
My face is on their dollar
I'm dead just like the others
(It's a crying shame
you know the kids always grow up)
The kids the kids the kids the kids
The kids the kids the kids the kids
The kids the kids the kids the kids
The kids always grow up
Creator vs Creation
Out of focus
"Best of hearts"
Rough equations
Makeshift charts
I don't think I understand these codes or symbols
Please speak in my language
This is simple
This is obvious
These are numbers
they must add up to something
Please say something
0-1-0-1-0-1
Please touch me
0-1-0-1-0-1
You're a rock, I'm an island
Friends in high places
Conversations silent
You love numbers, you love math
You're a machine
I'm a philosophy major
Long division
I was taught this by you
Sines and cosines
Opinions computerized
Love is just algebra
and so are these words
and so are these words
Guilty logic
There is no wrong or right
Universals don't make sense in my mind
Blind essentials you can't rationalize
My opinions and thoughts have all been socialized
Hey baby, you've got all the answers
written on index cards inside your math book
X and Y still don't add up
I'm stuck on this one
Can we talk about this later?
Hey smartie, have you thought about it?
Human emotion?
Yeah, I really doubt it
There are some things that can't be explained through formula
Polarized and unforgiving
The boys say "don't talk about it.”"
The girls say "don't speak about it."
They boys say "don't think about it."
The boys say "don't think about it."
I maintain "don't think about it."
I maintain "don't speak about it."
You maintain "don't speak about it."
You maintain "don't dream about it."
(You're creator, you're created
You're creator, you're created
You built it all with your bare hands
You're creator, but you were created)
Super-hero Procedure 101
They're waiting, they're waiting
For you to freak out break down
They're waiting, they're waiting
You put that flag up on our house
They're waiting, they're waiting
For some human emotion
They're waiting, they're waiting
Don't you want another body in the ground?
They're saying, they're saying
That you should not wear that skirt
They're saying, they're saying
"Push it harder, make it hurt!"
They're saying, they're saying
"It does not matter what you felt"
They're saying, they're saying
Don't you want another notch on your belt?
To the rescue, oh oh oh
Come to the rescue, oh oh oh oh oh
To the rescue, oh oh oh
Come to the rescue, uh-uh uh-uh
It's quiet time
It's silent time
It's quiet time
Make Believe
You said "this is for real, it's not a game"
I didn't know that
You said that I'm not real
Well that's ok, I didn't know that
I can't be on your mind
And it's my fault that I can't be there
You don't have me defined
It's not that simple
But it's alright
And I wear your clothes but I don't suppose that you wear my heart on your chain
And I read your notes and it's bad I know and I wear your coat in the rain
C'mon everybody wants to know (and I know and I know and I know)
Yeah, and everybody thinks they know my secret that I've never told
What is real I still deny
This make believe becomes my life
And no one stands surprised
This time I'm on your porch, can't be ignored
You wanna come out
This time who slams the door?
I'm still not sure if I believe this
I'd wait 'till half past ten for you again but you are sleeping
This time I can't pretend that you're my friend 'cause I'm just dreaming
When I'm in your room I cannot assume that I'm really in the right place
And I can't pretend that I don't offend 'cause I see that look on your face
C'mon everybody wants to start (and I start and I stop and I stop)
Yeah, and everybody thinks my heart was made for them to tear apart
When is anything gonna take up my time?
When is anyone gonna be on my mind?
Imaginary friend of mine
Staring At The Wall
I can't be there every time
Reading books up in your bedroom all night
What's left to analyze?
Every sentence leaves me hyptonized
'Cause you're reading my mind
but I bet you can't find all the things that I hide
He wants to take my guitar
Well it's gonna be hard
I see him glow in the dark 'cause he looks like he's a rock n' roll star
Take his famous face away
All the girls yell out "hooray!"
He ain't coming to my house today
He's writing a biography about me
He knows too much about me
Cosmetic hip girl
Show me 'round the mall
I don't know nothin' about your turf
I don't window shop at all
You teach me shopping
I'll teach you all about staring at the wall
But you'd better get home right before it gets dark
'cause your boyfriend might call
She wants to play my guitar
Well it's gonna be hard
She wants me to go to the bar
But it's not what I want
Tell that girl I think she's lame
All these kids are all the same
She ain't going out to buy new clothes
She's telling everyone she knows about me
She knows too much about me
They all know too much about me