I'm sick and tired of apathy and Cobain tributes
Buy some time and make a bid for generation Y
Why can't I get it together?

Meet me tonight on MySpace I'll be there waiting
A back lit sky could be nuclear or just a late sunrise
The day is waiting

Another stolen glance on a Friday night
But you could never know
That this is not a life, it is an addiction

Across the bar, I watch you dance
But never mind
It's over now for generation Y

French Vogue knows that spiders cling to models faces
Another high-rise, a facsimile of the motto's of our youth
So long ago I don't recall them

A beating heart in a dark club
You're not from the town that I grew up in
My friends do all the things that other folks do

To keep the world from closing in
Take my hand and come back
To the town that I grew up in

Another stolen glance
(Throw out all the clothes you own)
On a Friday night
(Throw out all the things you know)

You could never know
(This is not a life it is an addiction)
Across the bar
(Throw out all your comfy shoes)

I watch you dance
(Throw out all your videos)
We never mind, it's over now for generation Y