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