All her friends just laugh and clap along to songs they know oh Like carousels and candy dreams she watches as they go oh People like her they keep it together But just for the record she's dying slow She's a lady bird inside a cage trying to break free she Loves weekends on beaches and on different city streets People like her they keep it together But just for record no one knows She spends most of her time Crying on the inside In the pockets of someone else's life I am young and stupid so I think they care for me he Tells me that I'm immature we drink between the sheets Cuz people like us, we can't stay together But just for the record you're my home And I spend most of my time Crying on the inside In the pockets of someone else's life The taste of you is simple The rest of you overcomplicates But I have sharper teeth than you To cut through your philosophy And I am in search of the one thing In everything that makes me think That I won't spend the rest of my life Crying on the inside In the pockets of someone else's life