saw an old friend just this eveningwe go back a real long way
conversation kept returning
to the same old things we always say
getting tired of myself
wanna be someone else
and he asked me an opinion
and i couldn't say for sure
had a head full of ideas
don't care what i think no more
getting tired of myself
wanna be someone else
if only children knew
the lives their dreams eventually resolve to
i wonder what they'd do
saw another perfect stranger
would have once meant everything
didn't even raise an eyebrow
it's just the way it's always been
getting tired of myself
wanna be someone else
