Ironclad

Annie I sold your namesake You've fallen to a new school of thought Everyone's got their camera Primed and poised for the money shot All dressed up in your new clothes Stand up front and don't even dance When I'm a person of interest maybe You'll give me a second glance Well it's not the mother's milk that drives you mad It's the singing of the fashionable and bad while I Go to sleep through the Light and the heat You've got no taste or talent Queen of the standing room You took all Annie's edges left her Nice and round for you to consume Well you know there's one success that's ironclad It's the singing of the fashionable and bad and now No one cares for what Isn't theirs It's so cool to care now, Your heroes will let you down I don't have a lot to prove, You'll soon be the new old news I don't know when why or how, But words cut me deep somehow I drink in the afternoon, And dream of that silver spoon Well if you look close enough at your sycophant circle jerking Desperately trying to understand the numbers Middle of the night what do people like They just don't like me I think that I could be anybody, anybody that you want Annie in my ears and nobody is on my Side you're a pretty thing such a pretty thing Drown my sorrows cough up my Sins with the could-have-beens Sins with the could-have-beens