3 Kids Home - Velveteen

Your star sign and your calendar

Show exactly that you’re on top

But you’re not

The quieter your days are

The more you know that this is not how it should be

And forty million different stories

Each of those could curse a lie

Tradin' stickers at the front porch

Could have been your first resistance

It happened while you spent your days at home

And still you force yourself to go to places

That you think you belong, but you’re wrong

The pressure and the preferences, it’s been a while

Since you read those parts in those books

Where everyone tried to exhaust it

As if these efforts made a difference

The awful thought of not returning

Escorted summer holidays

It happened while you were away

And your bed was so perfectly made

On the terrace they send you to see

All the guys that would party with me

In this fortress that they call a house

And its doorsteps were tumbling down

And its back door that always was shut

Protect white paint from down to the top

So what happened to you and your friends

With the cigarette stains on their hands

And the pale girl we met at the bar

That I always adored from afar