Johnny wishes he was famous, spends his time alone in the basement. With Lennon and Cobain, a guitar and a stereo. While he wishes he could escape this. It all seems so contagious, not to be yourself and faceless. In a song that has no soul. I remember feeling low, I remember losing hope. I remember all the feelings, and the day they stopped. We are, we are all innocent. Tina's losing faith in what she knows. Hates her music, hates all of her clothes. Thinks of surgery, and a new nose. Every calorie is a war. While she wishes she was a dancer, and that she never heard of cancer. She wishes God would give her some answers, and make her feel beautiful.