I turn these dials once again:
Teen culture telling me to tune in,
Although it makes me drift.
Intently I listen for a cure,
But I'll see nothing keeping this pure
And I'm left with conformity.
I just can't let this drift away
Sitting with a smile on my face.
True love won't save us now.
Though we may wonder how,
We're guilty and digging our own graves.
She watches utterly absorbed
The makeup: god forbid she ignore.
She's lost but within reach.
MTV dictates how to lie.
The parents, unwilling to oblige
With this false sense of security.
He's force fed emotions through a tube
The phone rings but his attention is glued
To the lust and s**uality
Answering machine clicks to on,
"Hi it's me… wondering where you are."
But she's too little too late.