Straight

there is a boy in a band
 who is friends
 with my French teacher's stepson
 Sebastian
 a very nice gentleman
 he seems to know me
 but i can't remember him
 good god forgive me
 i'm out of my element
 and i can't seem to keep them all straight
 i've forgotten which people i like
 and which people i hate
 and i'm waiting for someone to shake me and say
 hey bitch
 you're wish is my command
 just smile and nod
 we'll under-
 standing in front of the sink
 i'm pretending to wink
 at pretend paparazzi
 who hide in the chemicals
 from every locket
 behind every curtain
 their lenses ensure that I look lost in thought,
 yet approachable
 but i can't seem to keep them all straight
 i've forgotten which ones i should skip
 and which ones i should take
 and i'm waiting for someone to shake me and say
 hey bitch
 don't quit
 you're almost dead
 don't give up now
 make friends instead of going out
 go home
 instead of getting dressed go back to bed
 there is a voice on the phone
 who's convinced i'm alone
 and I've called because I'm greedy
 and looking for sympathy
 he seems to like me
 but i can't relate
 i would like to get closer
 but christ all the time it takes
 and i can't seem to keep myself straight
 i've forgotten which habits to hide
 and which habits to fake
 and i'm waiting for someone to shake me and say
 hey bitch
 nice tits
 you're broke but then
 you're rich in love
 you're great in bed
 you'll see the world
 you'll knock 'em dead
 and all the thick books that you've read
 will count for nothing in the end