What will they say?
Why are people in constant competition with each other? Why can't people just be themselves and be happy?
I don't feel like I have to be better than my friends. Or anyone. I don't feel like I need to have better stuff. Especially when it comes to friends. That's NOT the point.
I sit behind a girl in one of my classes who has a "sunglass fetish" and every pair she buys runs her $400-500 per pair. I don't own very many things that're over like $300 and none of those things are clothes, bags, or shoes. I'm cool with that. We were talking about like designer bags and stuff. And I'm thinking... I don't care who made your bag because it carries your shit, I don't care what you paid because it's ugly, and I don't like you any better for it. Why would something like that motivate me to view someone any differently? I'm happy, I know who my friends are, and I love what I do with my time.
So really, what is status, and why should it mean shit to me?
Baby, I'm afraid.
Oh God, I'm afraid.
What will people say?
What will they say?
Well some days I couldn't care less.
And others I'm scared half to death.
Don't wanna work so hard just to have a heart attack.
Throw my hands in the air.
As if it really matters what they say.
Can I just be myself?
Well I won't forfeit my soul for a pretty penny.
Are you listening?
Do I make myself clear?
Oh, tambourines.
I don't feel like I have to be better than my friends. Or anyone. I don't feel like I need to have better stuff. Especially when it comes to friends. That's NOT the point.
I sit behind a girl in one of my classes who has a "sunglass fetish" and every pair she buys runs her $400-500 per pair. I don't own very many things that're over like $300 and none of those things are clothes, bags, or shoes. I'm cool with that. We were talking about like designer bags and stuff. And I'm thinking... I don't care who made your bag because it carries your shit, I don't care what you paid because it's ugly, and I don't like you any better for it. Why would something like that motivate me to view someone any differently? I'm happy, I know who my friends are, and I love what I do with my time.
So really, what is status, and why should it mean shit to me?
Baby, I'm afraid.
Oh God, I'm afraid.
What will people say?
What will they say?
Well some days I couldn't care less.
And others I'm scared half to death.
Don't wanna work so hard just to have a heart attack.
Throw my hands in the air.
As if it really matters what they say.
Can I just be myself?
Well I won't forfeit my soul for a pretty penny.
Are you listening?
Do I make myself clear?
Oh, tambourines.