so frustrated   that something (so) complicated   could hang over my head   on my first day back   and already i'm treading on unsteady ground   so strike me down or check me out         so elated   that this soul so understated   could be making eyes at me   but first i'll be   another innocent victim looking for some   sense of sympathy         in the middle of a state   the sorry story of a star   that goes "here's my heart"   it's a start   and if anything, we haven't seen everything         in the middle of a stage   there's a girl and a guitar   but there's your car   have we forgotten who we are?   we haven't seen anything         so i'm told that chicago's cold   can't be cool as california   for the first time ever   i feel severed yet smooth removed   if you approve then check it out         to what do i owe this attention   i'm only half of the reflection   and the conversation goes   oh, nevermind (oh, nevermind)   to what do i owe this tension   if deception's fine   then this is divine         divine define divine         on my first day back   and already i've settled on   my weak front