Hey look he's an emo she's a hardcore he's a prep guy did the band in your walkman did they tell you to get hair dye did they? and it's been like this forever nothing is changing i won't let a label keep me away it can't be like this forever i'm tired of waiting and hanging while the music's still burning inside our broken hearts who cares about the clothes i wear or how i choose to style my hair an exterior label demise so judge she's a crust punk he's a hesher she's a ska kid did the bands on your record make you go out and pierce sh** did they? can you forfeit all you thought of me and how you came to terms differently well only time will tell so now just throw it out and start back up