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