Speak for someone you don't know
They'll feel it in the back of their throat
We know I cant construct a poem
'Cause words like girls get bored and run
I say "I've got so many better things"
And blame postmodern things I cant relate
Like summer camp and coastal states
Like alcohol and coffee beans
Dance floors and magazines
I think its safe to say I've only got
But boys in swooping haircuts
Taking pictures of themselves
Boys in swooping haircuts you know who you are
And so I walk the web in search of love
But always seem to end up stuck
I'm finding flaws in everyone.
I've reached the point where all I want
Is to sleep around in hopes that I will catch back up
We're never meant to cross
My pussycat, my trampoline
Now all's I get are wincing cheeks
Thinking my heart belonged
Instead I broke a girls heart
to finish the year as it started
This is the sound of my heart breaking
And I hope it's entertaining
Did you get it all out of your system?
B is for believing you'd always be here for me
E is for everything, even when we'd see it though
C, C is for seeing through you, you are a fake, which brings me to...
A because, because, you always run away
I never finish phrases I misspell
An open arm's a prison cell
When I said, "I hate what I've become"
I lied, I hated who I was
So when you start to wonder
about the pain in my throat,
Then don't you ever, no never ever