tell me all about your dreams
what you want and what you're thinkin' about
on the couch in your parents basement
i think we're alone so you don't have to fake it
the one you want to be called
what's it like to be popular
the secret handshakes and school colors
and you're cracking all your eggshells
well don't stop now you won't forgive yourself
tiptoe around what you don't want to tell