Do you ever feel
Like the walls they built around our town
Are a bit too high and are never coming down?

Do you ever feel
Like the broadcast systems that play on the hour
Are a bit too loud to resist ‘em

‘Cause I’ve been watching
And they’ve been talking
And we’ve been wanting
To get away from the fallen

Do you ever feel like we’re living in a dystopian young adult novel?
Do you ever feel like we’re living in a dystopian young adult novel?
Or is that just the bottle?

Do you ever feel
Like the feeling when we hold hands
Is uh somethin’ indescribable to any of our friends?

Do you ever feel
Like there’s some narrow narrative that we’re supposed to follow?
Some heteronormative imperative

‘Cause I’ve been watching
And they’ve been talking
And we’ve been wanting
To get away from the fallen

Do you ever feel like we’re living in a dystopian young adult novel?
Do you ever feel like we’re living in a dystopian young adult novel?
Or is that just the bottle?

If you’re the chosen one they seek
If you’re the king, I’ll be your queen
If you’re the sunken hero, I’ll be the comic relief

The speech you gave at the promenade
Knocked us over with a wind that could blow the good wall down
My fear lies in the aftermath
Well, do you have a plan?
And do you ever feel?
And, I’d hate to ask, is any of this real?

Do you ever feel like we’re living in a dystopian young adult novel?
Do you ever feel like we’re living in a dystopian young adult novel?
Or is that just the bottle
That you refused and I did drink
For all these thoughts, I doublethink:
Why’d we disappear when it’s damn near utopian here?