Cross-legged on the front lawn shes had a bad pill
The lights of the city they can all go to hell
Itll all come good if she can put in the hours
She wants to get into film but its gonna take years
She wishes she wrote songs like the ones that you hear
The boys are all 20 and they leave her on the edge
And shes telling herself Theyll see,
Theyll see the beauty in me
Theyll see the beauty its in my soul
Her lift is waiting shell be there soon
Rocking forwards and backwards eyeballing the moon
Unwired like a child of the rich
Shes pretty and long and part of the scene
Playing with her phone like its a rosary
Should get up and take them all on now
First she can tell them why shes so sad
Why this girl is crying
Of all the excuses that shes ever had
Well shes nearly 20 and so very old