I'm dissecting a kid right from the scene
picking apart his every mistake
he calls them words, cool words
i call him a cab crash
going everywhere, gone nowhere
really stalled on E with fuel but lost in his head
the world just flipped into oblivion
and he's dreaming of that one girl, two girls, three
they think these boys care
but they're just babies in the mosh pit
strung out on weekends on the living room floor
high and drunk and dead to the world
but the cameras taking myspace pics
and its sooo cool to be a model of indifference right now
drunk and asleep and your friends think you're god
but you aren't even a prince my friend
light weight little son of a bitch
had a few beers and you think you're cool
i'm not straight edge, but i'm hanging on the cliff
pushing labels on your fellow humans like they are food
hanging carcasses in a meat shop, well thats not too far from the truh
but just fall into a surprise, fuck labels man
just taste it and if you don't like it, stay away and sleep on
but you're no better by saying the scene owns you
and kicking back to a few buds and beers
this is NOT the way to get friends
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