hockey, faggotry, mental illness
i know i want to move forward but i'm falling back in time my past is catching up to me and i know that i can't hide
the plane is landing early and i'm falling back in line maybe if i get out now everything will turn out fine
nothing is good for me here no one has the time to even care about each other and loving is a crime
we always want to move forward but we're falling back in time our past is catching up to us and there's nowhere we can hide
BYE BYE SUBURBIA YOU NEVER TOOK ME IN NEITHER DID THE CITY NEITHER DID MY BACK YARD
BYE BYE SUBURBIA WHERE DO I BELONG NOW? WHERE I LONG TO BE, NOW? AND I GET SPIT BACK OUT
2am let's get high in the bathtub and cry about boys again the moonlight of our last goodbye i sometimes can still taste your sin
i've exhausted all my options but i'm still stuck on you why did you pull me in only to push me off the bridge?
i fell for you at the start, but then we had to drift apart. now the line is coming round again and i'm falling backwards in love
it's been about a year since i broke my heart see, you didn't break it, it was me. my expectations of you, the concept of you in my head, destroyed me
when i found out what you really were
you were angry and upset not at me, by the way i should have held your hand you should have let yourself cry.
screaming, yelling, cursing, pushing, i should have held you back I should have comforted
and then on the bus he opened up to me i promised i'll stay with him and i should have held his hand
i'm a mean bitch. i know this, and i'm sorry.
i'm a mean bitch. but still, you go out of your way to say hi to me.
i'm a mean bitch. i'm ugly, fat, and dumb.
i'm just a mean bitch.
It's such a useless thing: A letterman without a jacket. I'm such a useless thing: A lonely fag without companion.
It doesn't really mean anything, that purple, black, and gold. A one and nine stuck on the sleeve, that champion patch on my heart, it's not worth any money.
I can get my name embroidered, but they still won't use it. I can get the inside quilted, but it'll still be cold.
That entire team doesn't care if I live or die. And some of them probably prefer the latter.
kanske kan vi bli perfekt pojkvänner men jag vet inte om han gillar mig jag önskar att han var gay
varför är du en jävla fjortis? varför är jag en man? jag vet att det här är fel men det här är min cell
du borde kanna dig speciell ingen annan vill ha dig lika mig perfekt pojkvänner