Not What I Needed

I have nothing but questions
I need answers, those would fill me up
I know when I'm being catered to!
I know when I'm being catered to!
I will not settle for the lowest common denominator!

Hello my friend, we've been waiting for you for a long time
We have reason to believe that your soul is just like ours
Did you ever get the feeling you were just a little different?
Well, here's our web page, you've finally found a home

Good people give good advice
Get a job, eat an apple, it'll work itself out
It's a phase (it's a phase!)
It's chemistry (it's chemistry!)
It's your own fault (it's your own fault!)
Well don't listen to us
We're just people too

I've been waiting all my life
I've been waiting for some real good porn
Something with meaning
Something fulfilling
I'd like to make my shame count for something

I feel so empty trying to explain this
His name is William Onyeabor, he's from the 70s
And when I wake up in the morning
There are people sleeping on my couch
Well, I'll have something to say about that one

Free people give free advice
Let go of the pain, let go of the fear
But if I let go of that
What will still be here?
Will I find out
That I am just people too?

Should I say that one more time?

Um, yeah, I mean, uh, the intent was to sort of go back to these periods and
And revisit them a little bit, especially with Teens Of Style
You know, with Teens Of Denial it was sort of contemporaneous when I was writing it
You know, and what I was experiencing at the time
And, uh, I guess I was just out of my teenage years when I was writing things for Teens Of Denial
I didn't really feel like anything had changed
So, um, yeah I guess, you know, the two of those albums together are sort of
They're both an exploration of past feelings and how they connect to the present
And what I'm doing in the present tense

I'm sorry, you'll have to say that again
The connection must be bad
Um, can you try one more time?
Ahh, um, when I was starting out
I, uh, recorded vocals in my car sometimes, uh, just for the sake of privacy