It doesn't make any sense to me.
Fake s*** is all I ever see,
And all these sick, scene, teenage girls
are nothing more than:
Makeup and push-up bras
that fake depth and make-believe.
Are you as tired of cycles as I am,
when everyday feels like the last ten?
My head hurts and my heart is sore.
Growing up never seemed so hard before.
And all we want is to bring
meaning to you through your basement speakers.
Yeah, all we want is to bring
meaning to you through your basement speakers.
Yeah, all we want.
And I'm not complaining,
I'm just contemplating
maybe leaving this town tonight,
'cause I'm feeling low.
Yeah, I'm feeling like more garbage than the
Northwest Indiana metal scene.
And that's saying something.
Yeah, that's saying something.
And I'm not trying to make you sad.
I just need you to understand.
And get me out this boring town
'Cause I'm so sick of being down.

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