Face to a screen, a screen to a name: another modern life running on fluorescent light Plans for the band abandoned for days at the subtle solitude of all my friends moving away Remember the past, a passage that read: you could be anyone here after some planning ahead But lately I've felt, a feeling too late: to say I'm really gonna (ask me if I ever wanna) Talk about giving 'em hell again, or chalk it up: we're "getting too old" for this? To hold to it Is there some place you need to be? To reinvent yourself To being someone else To ch-ch-ch-change your mind: it's allowed, it's routine It's about what you need It's ringing in my head again: there's nothing here to see But parking lots are lately what I'm up against: is who I'm supposed to be It's ringing in my head again: a lot like being free and shopping carts Are lately what I'm up against: is where I need to be to reinvent myself To being someone else To ch-ch-ch-change my mind: it's allowed, it's routine It's about what you need