Wrapped In Plastic Testo

where is my uniform i know i don't fit ini'm not wrapped in plastic and i can't be paper thin
they told me what to say, gave me what to wear
taught me their colloquialism but i don't even hear
if i search a little harder if i pray
if i stay a little longer will i find you
i'll never be the one to shadow fashion queens
i can't be perfect, whatever perfect means
how could i get so blase, drop my guard, relax
how could i be so see through and let them see all that
hold still while i attach some meaning
don't move while i make it real
isolation only makes it harder
this thing has lost it's feel