Criss Cross (On the Kitchen Floor)

I've lived in my room for the past three years And I'm not sure if you have even noticed And I can't wait to spend my days Making zines in the living room Or sleeping in the middle of the hallway Or sitting criss-cross, eating on the kitchen floor Or doing my own dishes, not yours And it's okay that we're broken And it's fine that you don't know me or my friends You think we're reckless but we're not We're gonna change the world, we're gonna start a band We're gonna run for president, we're gonna take a stand We're gonna do great things, and you won't see a thing