Best Friends

I don’t want to be on my phone

But I can’t be alone

Welcome to the modern way

Trying to be somebody I’m not

But it’s not what I want

Tell me there’s another way

All of the lights

I chased are now faded

All the cheap thrills

Were only time wasted

Tell me why society’s plan should define

who I am

Surely there’s a higher way

All of my best friends

Are sick of pretending

We want the truth

So much is missing

So give us the real thing

I know it’s You

I don’t want a stereotype

To decide who I am

It never knew me anyway

I’m over trying to find the next hype

Cos the high never lasts

Imma go another way

All of the lights

I chased are now faded

Dylan was right

The times they are changing

Tell me why society’s plan should define