Like Dylan in the Movies

For those of you still living in a movie
You're looking for clever ways to move me
Well, did it ever occur to you
I'm bored, annoyed, and immovable too?

I was once a little girl so innocent and pure
Until the devil took over with all of his lure
Now you can catch me behind dark sunglasses
Giving both fingers to the masses

Is happiness really a warm gun?
You'll pick up the pieces in the long run
But you always end before you begin
You can't see the answers blowing in the wind