So you're still underestimated
With your hippie charms and your pop alarms
And you're still underrated
With your orchestras and your [bad word] machines
You're too far away to be calling home like you want something
You just don't seem to feel it
When the carpet's wet and the chairs are green
All the time you spent cleaning your room left you cold
And icy like some winter cave in the snow
And all the rock and roll you played in your youth
Left you warm and fuzzy on the inside of your shoes
You're still a bit unstable
With your arms around another girl
But you don't know what she's saying
Because you're too [bad word] up from all the [bad word] you took
But you're still appreciated
For your Indian chimes and your perfect rhymes
But you don't think it's real
When your momma tells you how you should feel
All the tv sets you broke in your rage
Fell through the window on a nice warm summer day
And all the rejects you had kicked out of your school
Broke you into a thousand pieces and called you a fool