Scene queen crown and chipped nail paint

Wrote love on her arms just to feel okay

Her playlist cries more than she ever will

Heelys slide slow, but she's standing still

Not just another line in a Fall Out track

She likes to Cry — and yeah, Cry loves her back

Her name's Poptart Barbie, scene to the bone

But she doesn't want any other guy — just the one she's always known

Tried that hair powder some influencer pushed on me

Now my scalp's depressed — but PayPal came through

We fell in love in that creepy Disney light

Screamed "I'm Not Okay" on a Tuesday night

Still playing emo like it's not pretend

Texting like it's 2007 in our heads

This isn't just heartbreak — it's matching tattoos

Taking back 2007 — we've got nothing to lose

Cry with a capital C, still stuck in my phase

My Myspace page never learned how to age

She found me in the pit with a Panic! sign

Now she steals my hoodies and skips the line

We argued in lyrics, forgave in AIMs

Top 8 confessionals, digital flames

Not just sad — we're married and cursed

But damn, she's still the best sad I've ever rehearsed

We stroll the estate like it's stitched from pain

British accents, black suits, umbrella disdain

Alfred's in the top room — trapped, trained, and cursed

Behind a cursed door, our kids learn respect

Velvet steps echo, moods richer than gold

Emos with estate — and eyeliner bold

Tried that hair powder some influencer pushed on me

Now my scalp's depressed — but PayPal came through

We fell in love in that creepy Disney light

Sang "Fall For You" like it saved our life

Still playing emo like it's not pretend

Two ghosts in a genre that'll never end

This isn't just heartbreak — it's matching tattoos

Taking back 2007 — we're still breaking the news