Anna- you are a teenage girl living a suburban town which, by a 50-something year old could be described as "quaint". As a restless teenager, you find the contents of said town despicable and your number one dream is to abandon it for better, more exciting things as soon as your development will allow you. Part of your music allows you to relate to famous musicians who write about growing up in their own quaint, shithole suburban towns and then running from them. You wish to be like these people more than anything in the world. The rest of your music allows you to live vicariously through it's creators, fantasizing about big cities and amazing travels and colorful experiences. You look forward to the times when this will be your present.
You are intelligent and this makes it difficult for you to deny that you are incredibly naive. You try as you must to overlook the somewhat melancholy reality that you will never be who and where you want to be, simply because your fantasies are just that, and your idols are regular people such as yourself whose music is, for the most part, fictitious.
Occasionally you ignore all this momentarily and rock the fuck out with a small companion on your shoulder which you keep there for gratification. The parakeet appreciates the rokk like no one else does.