Style

Brought up on self-consumption and bred by interruptions But I demand your respect You like girls down low Well, I have regrets I'm too young to waste on spit and styrene I'm too dumb to paste a smile, surprise me Like a growing pain I cannot sync with Knowing stains I've been taught to think with Guys like you I have to wonder Promised to bloom for you Black magic and voodoo To pick through your pleasure hives Believe all your alibis Knock the door down Break the lock Save the summers I forgot I'll just smile Brought up like we're a problem And bred like spares upon some World built reduce, critique and deduce each feminine function I'm beautiful without spit and styrene I'm beautiful and you can't deny me Promised to bloom for you Black magic and voodoo To pick through your pleasure hives Believe all your alibis Beer-speak amounting to silence Glasses are counting up violence I'd gladly bloom for you To take down all you knew To pick apart your selfish heart I can't restart but I can love Knock the door down Break the lock Steal back summers I forgot I will smile in spite of your style Your style is like a moral disease I swear to God you couldn't dress in more than blue jeans and tees Watch you defile girls that are half your age You're such a loser no one wants you in your own decade The day I smile is when your breed goes cold I couldn't bear to watch my sisters live to be controlled I will revile your type despite wedding bells For every one of us you watered But who's flowers fell I'll smile