Teeth

Cut my teeth on fucked up boys They all skate and play guitar Wanna trauma bond in bed on ketamine 'til 3am And it works on me every time I like the bags underneath their eyes Think there's some baggage I always find And it's my job to fix them You, you got some mommy issues, don't you? Wearing your favourite pair of blue jeans You think that nobody is like you All boys are the same in the valley Bragging about smoking at thirteen Write your stupid songs about me Doesn't it get boring being boring? Fuck you and your beat up car And the mirror that you didn't fix for six months You're the reason that I'm writing all these stupid songs You're just every other boy You're every one You, you got some mommy issues, don't you? Wearing your favourite pair of blue jeans You think that nobody is like you You, you're nothing but another sellout You turn your city to a small town And you're never gonna get out