Everybody looks at me Like they're so surprised that I can breathe I need to get out of this town I need to run for my own now And all my lack of style, I blame on him And all I want is this... I need to have my time But I'm glued, I'm glued to the script Everybody looks at me Then turns to their friend and says something I hate this town and my new life I'm tired of waiting all the time And all my lack of sk**, I blame on him And all I ask is this... I need to feel alive... But you're glued, you're glued to the script