Ain't ashamed to cry Sometimes it feels just good enough To feel something Ain't afraid to try Well I fail as good as anybody else Lost interest in politics When they talk it bores me to the brain So this is modern living? The more the choice The more things stay the same But, when it comes to you I must admit I'm at a lost I'm so confused And when it comes to you I don't know how you do what you do But I like it Offer up the fantastic I'm sick from all this plastic glamour Become a social spastic No need to walk through your front door no more Market youth their uniform If it's so wicked why don't you wear it too I'm a ma** media casualty From taking advice From people that don't have a clue Sometimes it feels just good enough To feel something You make me feel good enough to scream