Eleventyseven - Bleachers
Pop punk kids
Stuck in the grid
Just like Flynn before them
Sins of the Rents
Spared no expense
Now we can't afford them
90's idols filling prison cafeterias
For touching us
Thumbs on the move
They wanna trade my skin for glitter
Come for the view
Stay for the A.I. babysitter
Psuedo-scientific pop culture trickery
A better me
Won't somebody show the teachers
All this blood beneath the bleachers
I'll be damned
They already know
They know we got nothing better
Waiting for acceptance letters
In this hi-def everglow
Up from the mud
Washed in the blood
Cruci-fixer-upper
Loop up the noose
Who's the new Judas undercover?
New solutions for your existential crisis
Are coming back
To bite us
Bricks in the wall
Lost in a bedroom mortuary
Kiss from a prince
Woke from a Xanax February
The Walt Disney-fications of our love songs
Are wearing off
It won't be long
Won't somebody show the teachers
All this blood beneath the bleachers
I'll be damned
They already know
They know we got nothing better
Waiting for acceptance letters
In this hi-def everglow
Won't somebody show the teachers
All this blood beneath the bleachers
I'll be damned
They already know
They know we got nothing better
Waiting for acceptance letters
In this hi-def everglow
Written by:
Matt Langston
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