All her friends just laugh and clap along to songs they know oh
Like carousels and candy dreams she watches as they go oh
People like her they keep it together
But just for the record she's dying slow
She's a lady bird inside a cage trying to break free she
Loves weekends on beaches and on different city streets
People like her they keep it together
But just for record no one knows
She spends most of her time
Crying on the inside
In the pockets of someone else's life
I am young and stupid so I think they care for me he
Tells me that I'm immature we drink between the sheets
Cuz people like us, we can't stay together
But just for the record you're my home
And I spend most of my time
Crying on the inside
In the pockets of someone else's life
The taste of you is simple
The rest of you overcomplicates
But I have sharper teeth than you
To cut through your philosophy
And I am in search of the one thing
In everything that makes me think
That I won't spend the rest of my life
Crying on the inside
In the pockets of someone else's life