Outcasts

You and I are so alike.
We despise the other side.
Through our bond, we become strong.
Until the threat, has come and gone.

Self-apointed, unanointed,
Captain of the cool.
Single-filing, wryly smiling,
Casualty of school.

Throw me
Out of the outcasts,
I don't wanna be like you.
Throw me out of the outcasts,
Fed from a smaller spoon.

Dressed so plain, and so mundane.
They could never feel our pain.

Beneath the noise of misfit toys,
An organ grinder muse.
Artist fools and dating pools,
With everything to lose.

Throw me out of the cool crowd.
Kick me out of the scene.
You tell me that
We're nothing like them,
But I don't even know what you mean.

Dr. Jimmy, What do you mean?

With them gone, we can all be swans.
At long last, we can live the past
Through new outcasts.

This remedy is killing me,
It masquerades as freedom.
My final view on blue milieus?
I do not need you.

Punk is still alive, but it's elsewhere,
And all the New Romantics are old.
Our fun has all become like a runway.
Our clan is manufactured and sold.

Sew your identity
Onto your sleeve, and then
Climb onto the stage
And be amond the decieved.

File in the gaff
As the audience laughs,
Because every single person
Has been choreographed.

Take your education at the vanity school,
And try to build a reputation understudying fools.
Sing a suicidal solo on a sold out night,
Like a life-aborting leper under medical light.

Fear all things unfamiliar.
Cheer a nervous four on the floor.
Boo the few who challenge the fashions.
I think I've seen this movie before.

I can never be directed,
Cheered or booed, or hock corrected.
Productized, or crucified,
By narcissistic eyes leading colorless lives.
Life means so many things to me,
And it definitely isn't just a series of scenes.
I am undenied, and undisguised,
Uneuthanized, uncomprimised...

Like you?
Am I like you?
Are you even like you?
I don't even like you.