A song I wrote during the holidays about annoying indie kids.
Who are you?
I don't even know anymore
You face is covered in a hundred thousand layers
I can't even reconise you
Who?
Are you trying to impress
Wearing leopard print stockings under your dress,
slippers and an oversized cardigan.
Oh When
will you realise that
dressing like the crowd don't make
a real life
it's just a bunch real lies
and Why?
Can't you make a single decision for yourself,
your not like everyone else,
or at least that's how I remember you
So take off your fashion cloths
and slip into something comfortable
If you can handle that.
If you can Handle that.
So take off your little act,
and be yourself so I can love you
If you can handle that.
If you can Handle that.
You,
should pick up your guitar
you used to sing for me when I was ill
you have the most amazing singing voice
but still,
I wonder what you'd play for me,
now that it's post 2003,
You know I couldn't handle
psedo singer songwriter wannabe
You know I know who you are,
that's great you have a brand new car,
but can we talk about something important.
I don't care,
how many friends you have on facebook,
or what Janie said to tim to make him hate you,
maybe you could loosen up your tie,
and let some blood get to your head,
I really kills to hate you so much,
So take off your fashion cloths
and slip into something comfortable
If you can handle that.
If you can Handle that.
So take off your little act,
and be yourself so I can love you
If you can handle that.
If you can Handle that.
(Instrumental)
So take off your fashion cloths
and slip into something comfortable
If you can handle that.
If you can Handle that.
So take off your little act,
and be yourself so I can love you
If you can handle that.
If you can Handle that.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)

No comments:
Post a Comment