the air comes off the ocean

the city smells fishy

the air is full of fish and mystery

whispering who, what, when

i am warning you i am weightless

and the wind is always shifting

so don't hang anything on me

if you ever want to see it again

i am telling you i'm different than you

think i am



and you can dangle your carrot

but i ain't gunna reach for it

cuz i need both my hands

to play my guitar

and life is a sleezy stranger

who looks vaguely familiar

flirting with a bimbo named disaster

at the end of the bar

and i am telling you that i am different

than you are



at night when you're asleep

self-hatred's going to creep in

and try to blame it on the devil

the one who's bed you sleep in

and don't tell me what they did to you

as though you had no choice

tell me, isn't that your picture?

isn't that your voice?

if you don't live what you sing about

your mirror is going to find out

oh yeah



i'd like to go to all the pretty parties

where all the pretty people go

and i ain't really all that pretty

but nobody will know

cuz everybody loves you

when you're a star

and nobody questions

what it takes to go that far

and life is a sleezy stranger

and this is his favorite bar



no i don't prefer obscurity

but i'm an idealistic girl

and i wouldn't work for you

no matter what you paid

and i may not be able

to change the whole fucking world

but i could be the million

that you never made

oh yeah



i could be the million that you never made

i could be the million that you'll never make

you're looking at the million that you'll never make