Stay Gold Ponyboy, Stay Gold

Long hair, black vans And my band tee Walk fast cuz they just laugh at me Skinny jeans, nose ring And a beanie What we call a 9th grade catastrophe Pick your head up its gonna be okay You're gonna find your place here one Day Forget all the cool kids anyway Cuz they'll all peak in the 12th grade I'm always sitting alone It starts to feel like home On the outside I know it's hard this time Darker in my mind I'll leave the light on I hate to play these games It always feels the same Look on the brightside It's coming back in style To be weird and wild Here on the outside Look around and still see the same things Dyed hair, mascara, trap pant chains Stretched ears, four year strong band Tees Everything feels like 2010 to me The same people who used to make fun Of me Killswitch is playing on their phone screen Was called scene but I kept on hoping One day id get to join the joking Or maybe id leave the world choking On the fucked up things it said to me Times change to the incrowds benefit But my time on the outside was Everything I'm always sitting alone It starts to feel like home On the outside I know it's hard this time Darker in my mind I'll leave the light on I hate to play these games It always feels the same Look on the brightside It's coming back in style To be weird and wild Here on the outside