Lily White

You don’t like anything that’s happening.

That’s not true. I like Allie, and I like you.

Allie’s dead. When will you understand?

You don’t stop liking someone just cus’ they’re not around.

Especially when they’re better than anyone still left on the ground.

Name something you’d like to be.

Go on, tell me.

Not a lousy lawyer,

or some scientist.

I’d hate to be a real estate agent,

or a dentist.

I’d tell you what I’d want to be,

if it was really up to me.
I’m picturing myself in a field of rye,

thousands of kids are running by...

Nobody's big,

there’s only me,

and they’re running off some crazy cliff.

And when they start running,

cus’ they don’t know where they’re going,

I have to catch them from falling.

That’s how I’d spend my time.

I’d be the catcher in the rye.

I’d be the catcher in the rye.