paroles de chanson Teeth - VELVETEARS

Cut my teeth on fucked up boys
They all skate and play guitar
Wanna trauma bond in bed on ketamine 'til 3am
And it works on me every time
I like the bags underneath their eyes
Think there's some baggage I always find
And it's my job to fix them

You, you got some mommy issues, don't you?
Wearing your favourite pair of blue jeans
You think that nobody is like you

All boys are the same in the valley
Bragging about smoking at thirteen
Write your stupid songs about me
Doesn't it get boring being boring?

Fuck you and your beat up car
And the mirror that you didn't fix for six months
You're the reason that I'm writing all these stupid songs
You're just every other boy
You're every one

You, you got some mommy issues, don't you?
Wearing your favourite pair of blue jeans
You think that nobody is like you
You, you're nothing but another sellout
You turn your city to a small town
And you're never gonna get out