Come Of Age Princess Goes To The Butterfly Museum

Everybody right, everybody wrong
Everybody flying, we’ll be falling before long
Godzilla goggles, seeing nothing but King Kong
Makes it hard to get along
Flavors of phobia, tastes of disdain
Your pocket mirror now a proxy for your brain
These endless eyes
Were nothing really but a bumper sticker store
Man, it’s such a bore

Did you really mean it, when you told me I was good?
Or are you just the devil spitting Hollywood?
I heard you talking, yeah, I was in the hall
Your confidante can’t keep a secret after all
I’m dying to forgive you, I’d be foolish to forget
All the trash you screamed in the ocean
Impossible and yet
These whispering waves keep crashing on my shore
Oh man, it’s such a bore

Mind your certainty, mind your rage
Face the consequence, come of age
Admit you wanna see me, admit you wanna see me go
Admit you wanna see me, admit you wanna see me go
Admit you wanna see me, admit you wanna see me go
Admit you wanna see me, admit you wanna see me go down