Stay Gold Ponyboy, Stay Gold

Long hair, black vans
And my band tee
Walk fast cuz they just laugh at me
Skinny jeans, nose ring
And a beanie
What we call a 9th grade catastrophe
Pick your head up its gonna be okay
You're gonna find your place here one Day
Forget all the cool kids anyway
Cuz they'll all peak in the 12th grade

I'm always sitting alone
It starts to feel like home
On the outside
I know it's hard this time
Darker in my mind
I'll leave the light on
I hate to play these games
It always feels the same
Look on the brightside
It's coming back in style
To be weird and wild
Here on the outside

Look around and still see the same things
Dyed hair, mascara, trap pant chains
Stretched ears, four year strong band Tees
Everything feels like 2010 to me
The same people who used to make fun Of me
Killswitch is playing on their phone screen
Was called scene but I kept on hoping
One day id get to join the joking
Or maybe id leave the world choking
On the fucked up things it said to me
Times change to the incrowds benefit
But my time on the outside was Everything

I'm always sitting alone
It starts to feel like home
On the outside
I know it's hard this time
Darker in my mind
I'll leave the light on
I hate to play these games
It always feels the same
Look on the brightside
It's coming back in style
To be weird and wild
Here on the outside