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We'll drown ourselves in misery tonight...
I bet you're not fucking pretty on the inside.
Created on 2004-12-22 21:25:13 (#5531645), last updated 2005-02-25
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I said
We'll drown ourselves in misery tonight
I lied
You've worn out all your dancing shoes this time
Just give us war
Worn lipstick by the door
If I inflame
These eyes have had too much to drink again tonight
Black skies
We'll douse ourselves in high explosive light
Just give us war
I've been calling you all week
For my shotgun
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone
Fucker
I wanna see what your insides look like
I bet you're not fucking pretty on the inside
I wanna see what your insides look like
I wanna see them
Well you don't say
And well I can explain
What happened to my face
Late last night
I'm sleepin next to pools in vacant alleyways
And what I'm goin through
Shot lipgloss through my veins
And when I can't complain
With the falling rain
C'mon
I wanna save your heart
I wanna see what your insides may be
You're more punk, hardcore, mod, straightedge, emo, and indie than me. Your hair is cooler, your pants are tighter, you have more tattoos. You have cooler pins on your messenger bag and your favorite band is more obscure than mine. Your shoes are more vintage and so is your t-shirt. You own more black clothes than me. I don't even own a trucker cap OR a denim jacket. Your glasses are thicker and blacker than mine, the plugs in your ears are bigger. You know more people in bands and your black jelly bracelets are the envy of scenesters everywhere. Your photography is blacker and whiter, your makeout club profile is wittier, and you have much better soul records. Your tie is whiter, or redder, or blacker. Your scene points are double, perhaps triple, mine. Because as we all know, that's what really matters. In a scene where the music has taken a backseat to the haircuts, you win and I lose. -

Adopt Your Own Emo Kid!

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We'll drown ourselves in misery tonight
I lied
You've worn out all your dancing shoes this time
Just give us war
Worn lipstick by the door
If I inflame
These eyes have had too much to drink again tonight
Black skies
We'll douse ourselves in high explosive light
Just give us war
I've been calling you all week
For my shotgun
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone
Fucker
I wanna see what your insides look like
I bet you're not fucking pretty on the inside
I wanna see what your insides look like
I wanna see them
Well you don't say
And well I can explain
What happened to my face
Late last night
I'm sleepin next to pools in vacant alleyways
And what I'm goin through
Shot lipgloss through my veins
And when I can't complain
With the falling rain
C'mon
I wanna save your heart
I wanna see what your insides may be
You're more punk, hardcore, mod, straightedge, emo, and indie than me. Your hair is cooler, your pants are tighter, you have more tattoos. You have cooler pins on your messenger bag and your favorite band is more obscure than mine. Your shoes are more vintage and so is your t-shirt. You own more black clothes than me. I don't even own a trucker cap OR a denim jacket. Your glasses are thicker and blacker than mine, the plugs in your ears are bigger. You know more people in bands and your black jelly bracelets are the envy of scenesters everywhere. Your photography is blacker and whiter, your makeout club profile is wittier, and you have much better soul records. Your tie is whiter, or redder, or blacker. Your scene points are double, perhaps triple, mine. Because as we all know, that's what really matters. In a scene where the music has taken a backseat to the haircuts, you win and I lose. -

Adopt Your Own Emo Kid!
*HUGS* TOTAL!
give sickboy more *HUGS*
Get hugs of your own
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