Carousel.
By the way
I know your path has been tried and so
It may seen like the way to go
Me, I’d rather be found
Trying something new
And the bottom line
In all of this seems to stay
There’s no right and wrong way
Sorry if I don’t feel like
Living the way you do
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Open wide and they’ll shove in
their meaning of life
Oh yeah, Oh yeah
but not for me I’ll do it on my own
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Open wide and swallow their meaning of life
I can’t make it work your way
Thanks but no thanks
I had a brief conversation with a friend of mine the other day. She told me once that I was the only guy who has ever complimented her personality rather than her body. This was quite surprising to me since she's a really good person, and very intelligent at that. My question to her was do you prefer to be complimented on your looks or your personality? After some consideration, her answer was personality. She essentially admitted that she already knows she's good looking, but rarely has been told anything about her personality, hence she underappreciates herself in that respect.
I tell you this story because I find it interesting. Sure, guys everywhere examine how girls look. I do it, too. However, I have a problem with this as soon as someone's total worth is being decided by their looks. So I figured if I just asked a hot girl what she values in herself, then it would answer once and for all if value can be determined by looks alone.
Then again, who are guys to judge? They've never been a hot girl before. Anyway, I assumed someone with both looks and personality would know best which is most important. And, although I only had only one particular source, I did receive the answer to my question which I had anticipated.
..It's the only good choice you've ever made. I mean, I'm sure others made you happy, but really, what were you thinking?
..[a moment passes]
..I'm really just kidding.
..I'm not. It's really true.
Some things never change.
..You can never be shallow. You always want something more.
..No, I don't. ...well, I guess history would prove otherwise.
It's hard for me to decide whether I am more shallow or deep. Maybe I am just fixated on this particular paradox for the moment. I suppose one day the carousel will stop and let me off. If I see the same blurry faces spin past me another time, I think I am going to puke.
So what if we're making a scene now
You know she don't give a shit
When she's pawin' and grabbin' on me now
You know I don't mind a bit
It's all good and we
Ain't gonna change now
The world is unaware
So if you want to go on and stare
Cause we don't care