laughing with them, not at them. you know... emos.
Story behind the song
mostly improv. kazoo rock.
Lyrics
your heart is broken
and its running down your sleeve
bloods collecting in your pockets
where you keep those memories (and your diaries)
your blue jeans
they're more like purple now
ill go get a towel
soak up the tears mess
oh what a bloody mess
and by bloody i mean emo haha
seriously now (lol)
can you take me seriously now (wtf was that?)
so go watch high fidelity
just get the hell away from me
go read your fucking diary
uh-i cant complete this rhyme scheme
but what does it matter?
im so fucking emo
i could you with this knife
i could stab you
you could die
but your blood would no longer be made of tears
it would no longer be in my ears
whatever the fuck that means
(enter kazoo breakdown)
so put in that mixtape
put this on your mixtape
put it in your stereo
press play
but the smiths still broke up in 1987
