You're fifteen, trying to work out who you are
You can play any character, any part
There's a flame igniting in the base of your heart
You're just too creative for your craft
Don't cut your hair, don't fix your teeth
We'll put you on standby, and ring you when we need you
Don't cut your hair, don't fix your teeth
We'll put you on standby and let you know when it's time to
Play the game
I got a feeling that the curtain's closing
Unemployability
You're too young to worry what that might mean
My enemy is my closest friend
I don't want to see how this one ends
I'm putting you on standby instead
You're seventeen, you've snuck into a bar
Your beat-up bangs swinging beneath your brow
Mouth full of metal, lungs full of smoke
A head full of doubt, a heart full of hope
Don't cut your hair, don't fix your teeth
We'll put you on standby, and ring you when we need you
Don't cut your hair, don't fix your teeth
We'll put you on standby and let you know when it's time to
Play the game
I got a feeling that the curtain's closing
Unemployability
You're too young to worry what that might mean
My enemy is my closest friend
I don't want to see how this one ends
I'm putting you on standby instead
You're nineteen, alone in Hollywood
A cockroach in the bathtub
A laptop full of wasted time
You sacrificed your spirit for the chase
It's then that you feast your eyes
Staring back, staring at a lie