She's the one with the light blue hair She's all hype, she's all air Now I'm not saying that she ain't right It's alright, she's alright But I wish she were real They're the kids with the sound in style They're all flair, they're all lights When the lights come down you'll find There's no men, they're just mice Too afraid to be real We're living in a soft pink light So false but it feels so right Who cares about tomorrow? Someone asked if they could have my soul In the words of the Great Jose There's no chance, there's no way But if the blue flame should go out We'll be cruel, we'll slip down Not a soul will be real We're living in a soft pink light So false but it feels so right Who cares about tomorrow? When we wake up in strangers beds When we are the herd that wants to be led The mouth that only wants to be fed The friend who always wished they were dead All the drugs that we've been taking instead All the hype that went straight to our heads All the signs that we found we misread Too afraid to be real