So you're still underestimated With your hippie charms and your pop alarms And you're still underrated With your orchestras and your drum machines You're too far away to be calling home like you want something You just don't seem to feel it When the carpet's wet and the chairs are green All the time you spent cleaning your room left you cold And icy like some winter cave in the snow And all the rock and roll you played in your youth Left you warm and fuzzy on the inside of your shoes You're still a bit unstable With your arms around another girl But you don't know what she's saying Because you're too fucked up from all the drugs you took But you're still appreciated For your Indian chimes and your perfect rhymes But you don't think it's real When your momma tells you how you should feel All the tv sets you broke in your rage Fell through the window on a nice warm summer day And all the rejects you had kicked out of your school Broke you into a thousand pieces and called you a fool