picture this, I'm just fifteen // self-declared power chord queen // in love with boys on a screen // confident, yet so naive // a man said, “hey, here's some advice: you ain't bad, but this world ain't nice" // gave us a hand for the price // of ten grand, and our civil rights
adults, tight jeans, myspace angle // friends in backs of vans, alcohol // unplugged, air strum, full merch table // voice track skipping your free samples // manic panic attack central // turning healthy kids unstable // isn't what I wanted at all // yes, police, this place gives me bad vibes
bad vibes, bad viiiiiibes
pray to maintain sanity // these dudes dropped out in 2003 // bragging of their true love story // set in stone, it's statutory // no other choice, we play to play // sell my soul to cry on a stage // for men working minimum wage // and girls: insane and underage
yet I stay // my voice still haunts the hallways // lost innocence // pledge allegiance to the pit