Vanilla

You sound plain and fickle
Looks like I don't know you and you don't know me
At all
But your lips taste so simple
Like a spoonful of vanilla flavored ice cream
My love
I know I'm not made of lace and potpourri
But there's nobody like me
You're boring, complacent
At your best, you're still basic
You're everything I hate about our youth
I'm lost and hysteric
Anything but generic
Don't ever
Don't ever
Don't you dare call me vanilla
I’m a mixture of water and bone
Not a clone or a stepping stone
See, I am a lot of things
But I can assure you I am not
What it is they say I am
I’m not lace nor potpourri
Nobody like me
You're boring, complacent
At your best, you're still basic
You're everything I hate about our youth
I'm lost and hysteric
Anything but generic
Don't ever
Don't ever
Don't you dare ever call me vanilla
So what’s the matter pretty, pretty?
Really is a pity
Your flavor of choice
I know that this may be a whisper
But it’s just our voice
And it says
And it says
And it says
An it says
You’re boring, face it
At your best you’re still basic
You’re everything i hate about our youth
I’m lost and hysteric
Anything but generic
And I never
I never
I never wanna be called
Vanilla
No no
Oh oh
Don’t you call me vanilla
No no no
Oh oh