Did they tell you "You should grow up," when you wanted to dream? Did they warn you "Better shape up, if you want to succeed"? I don't know about you, who are they talking to? They're not talking to me.

I'm higher than high, lower than deep
I'm doing it wrong, singing along

Did I ask you for attention, when affection is what I need? Thinking sorrow is perfection,
I'd wallow 'til you told me:

"There's no glitter in the gutter, there's no twilight galaxy."