A day in the life of a year in Australia

Monday, October 02, 2006

Finding Emo

Too much time on my hands at work:
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"My life is spiralling downwards," I say,
As I slouch along the road.
"I couldn't get tickets for 'Love Death'
Or 'Burn My Loser Bones.'"
Let me introduce myself,
I'm an emo don't you know?
Jet black hair and jet black clothes,
And an even darker soul.

I'm proud to be an emo kid,
Non-conforming as can be.
You’d be non-conforming too,
If you looked like me.
I paint my nails, darken my eyes,
And whiten up my face,
On the casting couch of Lost Boys,
I wouldn't look out of place.

I feel so deep and meaningful,
When I get dolled up in drag.
I call it 'freedom of expression,'
Most would call it being a fag.
I don't have any real problems,
But I like to make believe.
I stole my sister’s eyeliner,
Now I’m grounded for a week.

Becareful what you say to me,
I've emotions made of glass.
I’m sensitive and dark and my low esteem
Is a pleasing pain in the ass.
Girls keep breaking up with me,
It’s never any fun.
They say they've already got a pussy,
They don’t need another one.

I'm societys self made cast-away,
Though no-one gives a shit.
We're not discriminated against like some,
But in my head, we just don't fit.
I try to be an individual,
But look like all the rest,
Who are trying to be individuals,
Like it's some kind of test.

Stop my breathing and slit my throat,
Play guitar and write suicide notes.
Squeeze right into my little sisters jeans,
Christmas for me falls on Halloween.
Screw Xbox, I play old school Nintendo,
I like The Smiths and all things retro.
I act like Kevin and Perry in drag,
I don't say a word to my mum or dad.
Bow my head and hide from the world,
Can’t decide if I like boys or girls.
I’m just a bad imitation of goth,
I read Catcher in the Rye and have to whack off.
I'm trying to find the meaning of life,
If I said I like girls I’d be only half right.
Lads look like chicks, chicks look like dykes,
And all of us look like transvestites.
Our whole belief system eats itself,
Like punks and goths and anarchists.
Please stop my breathing and slit my throat,
I must, I must, I must be an emo.