Used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that
Now you're all gone, got your make up on and you're not coming back [can't you come back?]
Bleachin your teeth, similing flash, talking trash under your breath [under my window]
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
(courtesy of broken social scene)
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2 comments:
is that emo?
no, it's indie ;)
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