I'm sick and tired of apathy and Cobain tributes Buy some time and make a bid for generation Y Why can't I get it together? Meet me tonight on MySpace I'll be there waiting A back lit sky could be nuclear or just a late sunrise Oh rise, The day is waiting Another stolen glance on a Friday night But you could never know (That this is not a life, it is an addiction) Across the bar, I watch you dance But never mind It's over now for generation Y French Vogue knows that spiders cling to models faces Another high-rise, a facsimile of the mottoes of our youth So long ago I don't recall them A beating heart in a dark club You're not from the town that I grew up in My friends do all the things that other folks do To keep the world from closing in Take my hand and come back To the town that I grew up in Another stolen glance (Throw out all the clothes you own) On a Friday night (Throw out all the things you know) You could never know (This is not a life it is an addiction) Across the bar (Throw out all your comfy shoes) I watch you dance (Throw out all your videos) We never mind, it's over now for generation Y