a holiday from myself

life would have been so different

if i were in your place,

and i'm wondering if i were you

how would my favorite food taste?

you and i so estranged

it's hard to believe

just a few years ago

you were such a part of me

look at your life and look at mine

so much has changed in such little time

now you're dressed in the fashion

i've always dreamed of

and when you go to sleep

it's in a room you dreamed up

your mother and your father

are living out their fantasy

and you get to do the same thing everyday

got your photography

(i'm left with my philosophy)

got your singing gigs

(i'm left singing into hair combs)

got your exotic looks

(and i'm plain as the day)

you seem like you're so happy

i'm in so much pain

how could i

want to be you when i dont even know who you are

maybe you aren't really living a life that is charmed

i wanna be you just for a minute

oh hell, i wanna be you just for a minute

let's trade

for a day

we can call it

a holiday

from myself