Not Enough

[Verse] Everything home gave her wasn’t enough So she packed up her stuff and hit the freeway Looking for a new way to escape, the rebellion cliché Wants to find a place where she can be her own DJ Soundtrack’s wearing thin, one day it’ll break Sounds like a scream coming from the tears in the tape And the prospect of normal scares her awake The Australian dream, ain’t prepared for that fate Chatted up by the petrol station clerk, “Hey, where you going? I know a place nearby where all the movies are showing” (Come on, let's go) No thanks, coins down, out the door, road again Hates to be a bitch but, in a way, she’s over friends Reaching the open road where the mobile homes live She wonders to the mountains if she’ll ever have her own kids Couldn’t let 'em grow up eating spoonfuls of hopeless Perfecting the art of going through the motions She don't know where she’s going, just gonna start a new life Make a name for herself by writing plays Got a whole lot of angst, makes her characters too tight But this type of shit wasn’t made in a day And she’s realistic with it Fighting with her past not to write another throwaway gimmick But getting told that she’ll never be nothing, keeps leaking back Chopping the head off the cat while its eating Hotel bar with a beer and a creative crisis Looking for a soul to share the night with Found a dude who kissed good but couldn’t talk shit for shit It's all right, got drunk and did it on the kitchen sink Now what would her parents think? Self-destructive savant with a trick to get big Rocking her fuck-ups like she couldn’t give a fuck less Being proud of them scars and fears up on her chest, and yes She knows how fast these days can go So everything that’s felt makes its way into the play dough Not out for fame, or a household name Just wants those who hear it to walk away feeling changed But it's strange, when she talks to those she wants to touch Can’t help but feel like something’s frozen up She feels safer when she’s up there in a character on the stage Escaping from the awkward risk of engaging Not sure how many times she wrote herself into the script Still toying with the ending, waiting for the twist It's just a kid and an art, playing their part And when it comes, you know she'll be the last to laugh [Chorus] It's just a kid and an art, playing their part And when it comes, you know she'll be the last to laugh It's just a kid and an art, playing their part And when it comes, you know she'll be the last to laugh It's just a kid and an art, playing their part And when it comes, you know she'll be the last to laugh It's just a kid and an art, playing their part And when it comes, well