You like mcr, panic at the disco, choppy hair cuts, fall out boy and black clothing. You can’t stop smudging your eyeliner, you can’t stay out of hot topic, and you don’t know the top 20 charts. Face it, you’re never gonna leave 2005.
I don’t wanna leave 2005. i just wanna
could you please put your crying kid on vibrate
just wanna get rich enough to buy my mom all the shit she deserves and then die