I've tried dolls that were guaranteed sixteen and under, none were very exciting
Sorta like a laugh track or whacking off, it gets you off, but it's just not the real thing

But it's been decades since my pit days
But I haven't shaken it, I sit there like an idiot

Still wrapped up in the old punk protocol, and dreaming that the teenagers will think that I'm a radical

And I still wait for the bus to come
Where high school got torn down
Still expecting to find true love
Among the skateboarders hanging out in back of the bank in my hometown

All this talk and no action's got me stiff from the t__ to the bone, oh
So I'm living in la-la land, but at least I'm not living at home

Same old catcalls, the same old chemicals
Same old thrills, stealing stockings from the shopping mall
It's easy enough to grow the f___ up happy with the rough cut
Nobody's in here looking for a diamond in the rough, but

I still wait for my mom to come and pick me up at Holly's house
10 years after they cashed it in to make a multi-level parking lot for a 7/11 and Burger King

And I've got cryptographs, I've got all the phones tapped
It's just proof enough, it was indisputable
Love's not good enough, I want photographs
Something that will teach me my arithmetic at last

Better get you kids in, I'm on the loose again
And getting more ridiculous the more I think I ought to get my mind out of the gutter
It's getting dangerous, Amanda, you are old enough to be the f___ing
My own private highway from the cradle to the grave
I save a bundle skipping middle age and Saturdays

And I still wait for the cops to come where the station since burned down
Still expecting they'll pick me up for all the sins I committed in the back of a banged-up pickup truck

And I've got autographs, backstage passes and leather jacket back patches up the
Ask me anything, I want evidence
Single-serving saccharine packets dripping black with lipstick kisses

I still wait for the bus to come
Where the high school got torn down
Still expecting to find true love
Among the skateboarders hanging out in back of the bank in my home

I'm no pederast, just out of interest
Thank you, but I'm capable of getting up and getting dressed
Love's not good enough, I want photographs
Something that teach me common sense

Time and time again
I think I'll dye my hair again
Oh, god
I'm sixteen, no, I'm ten
I'm seventeen
And a bank of Boston beauty queen

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