when you get what you want all your life
and you get what you need to survive
from the television
and the magazines
searching for contact online
searching for something alive
and your hollow face stares hopelessly at the screen

hoping someone
will say something
sooner or later

flirting with criminal thoughts
running away with the scene
looking at people like objects to get around
you wish that your friends could be bought
and traded in for celebrities
and you could change the channel whenever they let you down

hoping someone
will say something
sooner or later

sometimes it feels like
everyone around you's lost their mind
somewhere in your mind
keeping the hope alive
that someone's gonna say something

so you woke on the sidewalk today
looks like the town's blown away
scraps of paper line the empty streets
so you look for a fight and you pray
but the law was stolen away
and everyone's locked inside glued to their seats

hoping someone
will say something
sooner or later