Conformity Culture

So tell me are you broken Like these doors on hell hinges Where all the pretty girls go to paint their pretty faces Black mirrors and their reflections Self worth is out of the question Just live life by the trends, no need for insurrection So waste our time Waste our youth So we become just like you Just some talking heads So make me bleed Make me beg So I'm wishing that I'm dead No I'm not confused Because I hate my body And how it makes me feel Staring at my reflection Screaming truths of what is real Bow down to mom and daddy Live how they think is best Tired and gifted, stressed out then drifted What the hell do you have left So waste our time Waste our youth So we become just like you Just some talking heads So make me bleed Make me beg So I'm wishing that I'm dead No I'm not confused Polaroid pictures and corduroy jackets Big floppy hair and about to blow a gasket 'Cause he's so fucking angry that he cries When he's hugging his guitar on a lonely Friday night I guess only gay boys can dance like that I wanna be pretty but don't wanna be sad I guess starving and seeing my bones Is the only real way I won't end up alone So waste our time Waste our youth So we become just like you Just some talking heads So make me bleed Make me beg So I'm wishing that I'm dead No I'm not confused