bedroom community

Here it is again, a heart of excitement In the form of a girl who hates her life As she sits alone on the floor of her bedroom Waiting for answers, wasting time Here it is again, the son of a soldier Remington shotgun, rolled up sleeves To keep Satan out of the walls of the suburbs His last bastion of modernity But Satan waits upstairs, watching over his daughter She writes emo songs, she's so depressed Her lyrics are naive but she still sings her heart out The only way she knows how to confess And as she gets up to shut the bedroom door behind her He stands right beside her, she's trying to get her head on straight With box dye hair to match her black thigh highs And scratched nail polish, she performs femininity She laughs so hard, I watch her lose her balance Fall over backwards to the arms of Mephistopheles But she'll never leave her bedroom in this bedroom community He said you'll never be okay, 'kay, if you don't come to your senses With you everything's the end of the world Melancholia can spread like a virus I'm sure you got it from that stupid girl You'll never be okay, if you don't come to your senses But I feel so defenseless, so alone I thought he was right when he said that he loved me He's still thinking of me from up there And as they stop to look at her they won't look further Like it's not a murder, it's an inevitable tragedy The bloody hands of all the heartless fuckers Who emotionally fucked her to monetize her suffering Flipping through a spiral notebook for some Sad, hopeless words to turn into a liturgy So she'll never leave her bedroom in this bedroom community Da-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no No, no, no, no-no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no-no, no, no, no No, we'll never leave our bedrooms We're a bedroom community! Ba-da-da-da, da-da-da Here it is again, a heart of excitement In the form of a girl who hates her life As she sits alone on the floor of her bedroom Waiting for answers, wasting time