Mad Men

There are men who have been deemed successful
I just don’t know anyone of them
I’ll be accepted if I look just like one
Be repaid the money I have spent
I wish that I was…
Or so I’ve been told
I found it to be true
Learning as I go and I barely see my soul
It’s harder to keep believing
Now the rules are changing fast and for me
I don’t know if I have what I want
I can try but I don’t go out dancing
Heaven help me, I have no phone
I wish that I was…
Or so I’ve been told
I found it to be true
Learning as I go and I barely see my soul
It’s harder to keep believing
There is no one to keep me straight
Hold my hand out to the flame
What’s the point of writing songs
If nobody every watches you go on
We’ve been riding with the sun
In the city, daily life
Place where dreams go to die
Watch your twenties…