I'm sick and tired of apathy and Cobain tributes.nBuy some time and make a bid for Generation Y.nWhy can't I get it together?nMeet me tonight on MySpace I'll be there waiting.nA back lit sky could be nuclear, or just a late sunrisenThe day is waiting. nnAnother stolen glance on a Friday night,nBut you could never know.nThat this is not a life it is an addictionnAcross the bar, I watch you dance,nBut never mind.nIt's over now for Generation Y.nnFrench Vogue knows that spiders cling to models faces.nAnother high-rise, a facsimile of the mottos of our youthnSo long ago I don't recall them.nn(A beating heart in a dark club nYou’re not, from the town that I grew up innMy friends do all the things that other folks do to keep the world from closing in.nTake my hand and come back to the town that I grew up in)nnAnother stolen glance n(Throw out all the clothes you own) nOn a Friday night n(Throw out all the things you know) nYou could never know n(This is not a life it is an addiction) nAcross the bar n(Throw out all your comfy shoes)nI watch you dance n(Throw out all your videos) nWe never mind, it's over now for Generation Ynn