Paper and plastic

Sometimes i feel like a mouse on a wheel
I start my day in the usual way
Dreaming my class is supportive
Running around looking so underground
Feel like maybe it's boredom

But it's too late baby you're bending and you're breaking me
I'm not made of elastic. spend my money she wants another surgery
She's all paper and plastic

Haven't u heard she's got you mr. nerd
Cleaning all up in the morning
Running around lookin so underground
Good to see nobody's missing the warning

Chorus

This is not high school. there are no golden rules
What if i don't even what if i don't even like you?

Chorus

Sometimes i feel like a mouse on a wheel.