Conformity Culture
So tell me are you broken
Like these doors on hell hinges
Where all the pretty girls go to paint their pretty faces
Black mirrors and their reflections
Self worth is out of the question
Just live life by the trends, no need for insurrection
So waste our time
Waste our youth
So we become just like you
Just some talking heads
So make me bleed
Make me beg
So I'm wishing that I'm dead
No I'm not confused
Because I hate my body
And how it makes me feel
Staring at my reflection
Screaming truths of what is real
Bow down to mom and daddy
Live how they think is best
Tired and gifted, stressed out then drifted
What the hell do you have left
So waste our time
Waste our youth
So we become just like you
Just some talking heads
So make me bleed
Make me beg
So I'm wishing that I'm dead
No I'm not confused
Polaroid pictures and corduroy jackets
Big floppy hair and about to blow a gasket
'Cause he's so fucking angry that he cries
When he's hugging his guitar on a lonely Friday night
I guess only gay boys can dance like that
I wanna be pretty but don't wanna be sad
I guess starving and seeing my bones
Is the only real way I won't end up alone
So waste our time
Waste our youth
So we become just like you
Just some talking heads
So make me bleed
Make me beg
So I'm wishing that I'm dead
No I'm not confused
Like these doors on hell hinges
Where all the pretty girls go to paint their pretty faces
Black mirrors and their reflections
Self worth is out of the question
Just live life by the trends, no need for insurrection
So waste our time
Waste our youth
So we become just like you
Just some talking heads
So make me bleed
Make me beg
So I'm wishing that I'm dead
No I'm not confused
Because I hate my body
And how it makes me feel
Staring at my reflection
Screaming truths of what is real
Bow down to mom and daddy
Live how they think is best
Tired and gifted, stressed out then drifted
What the hell do you have left
So waste our time
Waste our youth
So we become just like you
Just some talking heads
So make me bleed
Make me beg
So I'm wishing that I'm dead
No I'm not confused
Polaroid pictures and corduroy jackets
Big floppy hair and about to blow a gasket
'Cause he's so fucking angry that he cries
When he's hugging his guitar on a lonely Friday night
I guess only gay boys can dance like that
I wanna be pretty but don't wanna be sad
I guess starving and seeing my bones
Is the only real way I won't end up alone
So waste our time
Waste our youth
So we become just like you
Just some talking heads
So make me bleed
Make me beg
So I'm wishing that I'm dead
No I'm not confused
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Writer(s): Everett Karlen
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