Fuck these fuckboy bands that can't think for themselves
Let's put away our black clothes and start cutting up our voices
That's what's cool now, right?
If I wasn't thin and white with blue hair would I be here
Maybe if I kill myself you'll know I'm sincere
I'll shave my blue hair
Burn the rest of two dares
Drop from 'parks
Like fuck it, who cares?
But I'll tell you:
I resent the party scene
With part of me that's hard to see
It's turned my starry friends
To uninspired's lacking symmetry
Hey, look what you've done now
I'm fucked and hope you're proud
While you follow around, follow around
Hey, look what you've done now
I'm fucked and hope you're proud
While you follow around, follow around
So, excuse my tantrum
Can't you see I've got my hands full?
I'm getting texts from idols I've looked up to since 15
But now people use my friends to try to get to me, (Fuck you)
But we don't know you, you don't know we
We're freaked out and fragile
It's become more than a hassle
But I'll tell you
I resent the party scene
With part of me that's hard to see
It's turned my starry friends
To uninspired's lacking symmetry
Hey, look what you've done now
I'm fucked and hope you're proud
While you follow around, follow around
Hey, look what you've done now
I'm fucked and hope you're proud
While you follow around, follow around
Loud gets lonely
Loud gets lonely
Loud gets lonely
But I've just a couple more things to say really quick
To a certain married mister
That tried to move on my misses (Cam)
Try to come around again
You'll catch some swings and no misses
And to the rest
I'll keep them nameless
-nah fuck it, here we go:
It's Richard and Clayton
And John-shit Will, yeah, y'all made it
And if I see you in person
I'm taking teeth
Trust, you've earned this
Thank you for coming by, today was a really good day

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