[Verse 1]

All she wanted was identity, freshman in a city of obscenity

Tried to match faces with names but they retained anonymity

Locked restraint, she has to bank

On the kindness of others that pass her way

Wishful thinking, straight edge, against my drinking

Who would think her instincts would be sinking, linking

Up with cliques without a light switch (light switch)

She had to turn her tide, she couldn’t fight it (fight it)

Sex was insignificant but she transferred for acceptance

She wanted their dissidence, their actions and directions

(Coulda found it on her own) How could she all alone

In this sorta place, faced with eating disorders

Disgrace to the family name, calamity daze

Tragically based on her sister’s insanity claims

Apparently, I’m scared to see just where she’ll be

It seems she’s living too deep vicariously

[Chorus]

She’s living too deep vicariously

They’re living through me vicariously

[Verse 2]

The matriarch is lost in her dreams and contentions

She tears the notebook and makes supreme her intentions

Ambitions at a high, reaps the lean of impression

Of her fading days and nights of expression

Daughter’s got a burgeon, she wants to be autonomous

But mother details every purchase to the smallest opulence

Honestly, they still scrapbooked on the monthly

Memory assembly and it was all lovely

But she was a dancer, well, I knew a few of them

And she knew a few of me but I knew it would begin

To take its toll on the girl, a pearl of society

In a flophouse fraternity, she’s shirking sobriety

Some jerks liability is to enter her facility

But the lock’s on, this cock’s got a mind of his own

She tried to knock off but the jock talked of popping shots

Then he got his rocks off without a line to condone

[Chorus]

She’s living too deep vicariously

They’re living through me vicariously

[Verse 3]

Front row Nina’s not a scenester but she tries

To just greet an artist, meet him, see if she can get a rise

From the center of his being, what’s the meaning

You can tell she does this frequent, from the skull ring to the sequins

She was seeking to get freaked

Since that one fateful evening when things evened out

Acquaintance to the coolers but a best friend to stout

She wasn’t meek in her speech but the intent was really gritty

How shitty, the girl just wanted to feel pretty

And now she’s out, strung, how dumb can you get?

Dumb enough to get hung by a mood swing set

Dumb enough to get slung between run-through vets

Dumb enough to stung in-between sung sets

So the girl’s been worked, she’s past delirious

Still, she’s going down under like Yahoo Serious

I got that from the light in her iris

Vibrant but somehow virulent

[Chorus]

She’s living too deep vicariously

They’re living through me vicariously

Just another one of those…