Air

You know I hate that don't you?
When you come and 'hang out' with me
You act differently

You put on an air
And that's not cool
It's not fair

You want to seem something you're not
You want the guys to think you're hot
You want to be cool smoking pot

It's not cool in my books
I don't care how you look

You need to be yourself
Throw your mask back
Upon the shelf

I wish you would
Then everything
Could be all good

Well get a life
And come back when you have
But don't bring a knife
To stab me in the back

I want to feel at peace with you
Want you to be free too

So go home little one
And change
Come back here
When you're done…