There's vomit on my pants and I don't want to be here
I don't fit in
And I'll never fucking fit in
And I don't really care
I never wanted to be a rock star
Because they're all fucking cocks and I don't care, I don't care
Don't want a selfie with a bored-looking crowd to circlejerk myself
Or brag about opening for some washed up nu metal group
Someone stab me if I write sociopathic love songs to try and pick up girls
Fu-uu-uu-uu-uuuck everything
What happened to having fun and being entertaining to other people
Instead of being a piss-poor souless version of things that've happened already?
Your band is to your favorite band what My Immortal is to Harry Potter
Somedays I wake up and wish I hadn't woke up
I have to go on stage now and they really want me sober
Why in the fuck would they get an act like me to play Spring Break
It's more fun to yell ridiculous shit with an acoustic guitar
And I know it'll never get me far
But I don't fucking care at all
Gross gross gross gross gross
I'm hungover, having a gallbladder attack, and want to go home
The best part of this is that I don't remember playing on it or helping write these songs. RIP the old Four Loko, I don't actually miss you at all. Rex Nabours III
The lead singer of punk band Camp Cope ventures into romantic synth-pop territory, tempering slick arrangements with bare sentiment.
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