Not Quite Sonic

Not yet sonic
But I'd like to reach the point where I can say
Yes I am
But it always seems to be about sensibilities
And not who's listening
No I'm not yet sonic
What's real in the art school
What's real in the white room
Has yet to tell my conscience
Who to trust my thoughts with
Or who to love
You're oh so sonic
So and so fantastically boring
You're a fashion whore
Being real is one thing
Being nothing's something
But at this point
There's something wrong
Chemically expensive hair
Money that we wear
Will get us what?
It kinda makes you think
Only animals are friends
Surreal friends
Truly sonic
I'm not the incomplete
But we're feeling
Making again
A sense of meaning
I'm like useless being me
So it'll be what you want of me
Watch you whine to one man naked in a conscious crowd right?
And I like where I am
And I am what I am
Thank god
Wha-oh
Wha-oh
Oh-ahh-ohhh
Wha-oh
Wha-oh
Oh-wahh-ohhh
Wha-oh
Wha-oh
Oh-wahh-ohhh
Wha-oh
Wha-oh
Oh-Ohh-ahhh
Not yet sonic
But I'd like to reach the point where I can say
Yeah I can tell my conscience
Who to trust my thoughts with
On who to love
You're oh so sonic
The sights
They're embryonic
See what you want
I'm not quite sonic
The sounds
They're quadraphonic
Semi-moronic
Not quite sonic
The sights
They're embryonic
See what you want
I'm not quite sonic
The sounds
They're quadraphonic
Semi-moronic
Not quite sonic
Wha-oh
Wha-oh
Oh-ahh-ohhh
Wha-oh
Wha-oh
Oh-wahh-ohhh
Wha-oh
Wha-oh
Oh-wahh-ohhh
Wha-oh
Wha-oh
Oh-wahh-ohhh