Immature she calls me she calls me?
I’m not the one ready to grow up
I’m not the one willing to give in
What was my sin, wanting to begin?
Since when am I so vulnerable since when am I so weak?
And when did I become a man that I may learn to speak?
So beat down by the sun I have begun to remember who I am
And forget those who seek to my sins and forget what I began
I don’t mind pulling the battery from my connection to the earth
Those things mean shit to me if I cant relive my birth
So what do I care if I die and I don’t know the score
I’m not inclined to write the truth so with fiction I reward
Make a vow and make it now no more incoming voice
And disconnect what I respect to be my human choice
Do your job and do it well and get out of what it’s called Dodge
And go to town with what I found and keep looking at my watch
I’m not even here right now and I don’t even care
What time it is who’s watching me and what I have to wear