Sometimes

In and not of, I tell myself
In and not of, I whisper
But in and not of goes on the shelf
And my mind begins to blister

Through rose colored glasses they want me to see
The evil that goes on all around me

Sure the movie's funny, but what about that one scene
Sure the music's catchy, but the lyrics are obsene
Sure the shirt is cute, but man is it tight
Sure the pants are "in style" but what about the waist heigth

I want to be in style, but I want to be proper
I want to look cool, and not like a pauper
I want to know what the other kids are talking about
But paying eight dollars to see trash really puts me out

I have to decide to be cool or do what's right
Maybe I'll give up movies, music and T.V.
I want to put nasty things out of my sight
It's through God's glasses that I want to see

It may not bring me popularity or fame
It may bring me hate and ridicule
But I'm not going to play this worlds game
In God's eyes, I'll always be cool

In and not of, I tell myself
In and not of sounds right
I take in and not of off the shelf
And know that I'm doing alright