we've got this burning fascination with non-verbal communication,
trying to figure out all things that are being said,
in between what's being said,
we got a formal education of bad entertainment and misinformation,
though by now i'd think we've figured out what's real,
not like those people on the tv, no they're nothing like me,
that's not reality, it's just what we're shown,
but try and tell me when i'm fourteen and all the things i'd see,
what i learned from the tv is what i believed.
and it's all, just a fireball, burning up and up up and all around,
and they see insecurity as a seed to sew to be exploited.
tv told me: "lose my virginity, hop to the beat boy, you're almost sixteen,
take with you always a flare for the dramatic,
don't kiss boys that makes you a faggot."
there will be things to be confused about.
we're kids all across the country all across confused.
but it's weird to think about before we figured that all out,
when it went on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on...
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