You're pretty in the kind of way the compliance is dull Nerves in our subversive brains You'd think that we don't believe anything Shoved at us as an artless fact Ideal or dressed to a T And that's not to say that you aren't pretty Because you're beautiful to me We don't grow well When we huddle in groups and we cry all the time And we obstruct the emphasis on routine days And I don't really care about the future I care about what keeps you away And I choose to acknowledge anger when no one's ready to listen Like at these ostentatious parties And I'm half-drunk in this crowded kitchen And I yell "you're a fucking hypocrite, You wear your fear under your makeup" Being passive or being hostile It's good to smile to avoid the closeup It's a violent incentive, I just jerk you around And you're always disappointed, we both feel tied down It's an eternal conundrum, why we do what we do And we always discontinue what we don't misconstrue