As written, arranged, produced and performed 
    by Amy, Nick, Phil and Shane on simple.chaotic
    (c) 1999 Yellowhouse Records


I look through a magazine that's full of crap
But it's crap I want to be
Oh would I could I should I try 
Try to look heroin chic
I'm ultra-cool and my pockets bottomless
I think I'll buy everything
I wonder wonder wonder why
Why can't you be like me

I can't see myself in a limousine
Or what I'm told to be in these magazines
I keep saying the wrong things
But I guess that's me
I guess that's me, i must be
Hey I, hey I, I must be dumb
I must be
Hey I, hey I, I must be dumb

I see myself in doorways
I see myself in light
Sometimes I see myself
And I'm so unsatisfied
Should I wrap myself in daffodils
Should I buy myself some new shoes
Oh I must have been so stupid, so stupid
Who was I trying to fool

I can't see myself in a limousine
Or what I'm told to be in these magazines
I keep saying the wrong things
But I guess that's me
I guess that's me, i must be
Hey I, hey I, I must be dumb
I must be
Hey I, hey I, I must be dumb

Big sun shining down on you
Like one star to another
Oh it's your love, your love
That keeps my head above water
I'm freaked out but holding steady
I'm walking off my injuries
Oh but I'm so sick, I'm so sick
Of being the same old me
Same old me, same old me
I must have been so stupid
To think I could be anything
Anything perceived as cool
In this old world
To make a dent in this old world

Oh anything anything
Anything anything
Oh anything anything
Anything anything
Oh anything anything
Anything anything
Anything anything
Anything Anything at all
Anything at all
Anything at all
Anything at all

I can't see
I can't see
I can't see

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