We are bored and pretty
We are bruised and perfect
Caught in the eyes
Of someone who is just like
We are the center of it all
We are a big production
Under the lights
That catch our breath
We are the color
And the blush
Fading into black
We're the first to feel like this
We're the first to steal this kiss
We're the first to feel like this
And it slips away, away, away
We are sons and daughters
We are barely breathing
Giving it all away
Just to stand alone
We are far away from home
We are poor and priceless
Spending our days
Like so much loose change
We are the money
And the show
Paid to look the part
We're the first to feel like this
We're the first to steal this kiss
We're the first to feel like this
And it slips away, away, away
We are the first ones who were born to lose it all to love