Cross-legged on the front lawn she’s had a bad pill    The lights of the city they can all go to hell    It’ll all come good if she can put in the hours    She wants to get into film but it’s gonna take years    She wishes she wrote songs like the ones that you hear    The boys are all 20 and they leave her on the edge       And she’s telling herself “They’ll see,    They’ll see the beauty in me    They’ll see the beauty it’s in my soul”       Her lift is waiting she’ll be there soon    Rocking forwards and backwards eyeballing the moon    Unwired like a child of the rich    She’s pretty and long and part of the scene    Playing with her phone like it’s a rosary    Should get up and take them all on now    First she can tell them why she’s so sad    Why this girl is crying    Of all the excuses that she’s ever had    Well she’s nearly 20 and so very old