I grew up in the midwest
Listening to my favorite emo bands
Like American football and tiny moving parts
I tried showing you these bands, but you never gave me the time of day
Saying how one direction is better than anything I listen to


My parents say they’re worried
About how I handle my life
Mom, dad, I’m fine
You just don’t understand (that’s cliche)
How I feel
So ill just close my bedroom door
And put on “Your favorite weapon”
By brand new
For the fifth time that day

Ill destroy every picture of us
Except for the one we took together
At your parents backyard barbecue
We had a good time, but
you were flirting with the next door neighbor the entire time

SO PLEAASEEEE HAVE MERCY ON MEEEEEEEE

Not to be mean, but you should go
Not to be mean, but you should go
It hurts me as much as it hurts you,
But trust me, you should really, really go