Ha, ha, oh god
These times are tough
And I've run out of luck
And I don't know where I'm going
I'm not insecure
But my body looks weird
Now I'm feeling, doubting, holy
There's no one to love
But I want someone to touch
It can be lonely in this city
Nana's at home
Oma's out sittin' by the lake
And I rarely ever see 'em
18 to 19
18 to 19