Wander by Heroin Lyrics

Movement. What do I know of this?
I am in a sheltered life. What do I know? I ask, but who?
I got to get out of this shelter. Try finding out
It's late, dark and cold. I just wander around
Insecure middle class white kids searching sounds like a joke
But I guess everything has its purpose
What's anything worth on this scale of things anyway
Just trying seems like it could be worth just as much because
For as much talk is bought and sold, maybe a few of us will make it out
Out to where? It doesn't even matter