I'm Tired of Being a Lamb

My gravel parking lot
Is filled with run down cars
The smell of city waste
Is made by city farms

And if I stay up late
Then I can hear the sound
Of people's recklessness
Packed in a broken house

'Cause I say something to you
In hopes you hear them too

My shelves are filled with books
Of unknown quality
I glance the backs of them
So you might think I read

My friends wear fancy clothes
The kind that would appeal
To chefs that ride their bikes
Cook European meals

'Cause I say something to you
In hopes you hear them too

Swing for the fences
That border the island
That houses can sit on
With warm summer fires

Take off your glasses
You bought for the masses
You stare at your freckles
And think of the time when (you know)

'Cause I'm tired of being a lamb
Crack open this shell with my hands

You've seen the breakfast club
A million times before
You miss your sister's room
With Joey on the door
The walks you'd take with Steve
He always seemed so cool
He'd give you cigarettes
When you were home from school

'Cause I say something to you
In hopes you hear them too

Take off your glasses
You bought for the masses
You stare at your freckles
And think of the time when (you know)

Top knots were cool
And the crimp in your hair
Surrounded by Gameboys
And hot pink lip care

I'm tired of being a lamb
Crack open this shell with my hands