This one's to the freaks like me
The wasted lives
The dirty rejects
You keep saying we got time
But we're just trash
And we don't care
Anymore
We were never really good
At staying together
In such likely pieces
But to be blunt, we never really
Belonged to you
We're just the dirty rejects
And if I'm being honest now
I was never really lost
I'm not afraid of
Falling apart
Anymore
So this one goes out to the dirtbags
like me
The useless youth
The rotten ones
You say we just need to try harder
We're the bastards of the rebel movement
Put your fists in the air and scream
With me now
We are the rejects
And we were never really yours
We never belonged to your
American Dream
We're the drunk teens on Halloween
You better keep your white picket fence
Clean
Because we're just dirt
And we don't care
Anymore
I ain't so good at
Conformity
And I've always been a bit ugly
With my soiled soul and
Rough mind
I'm a sharp blade
And I ain't made
For baking pastries
No, we were never really yours
And to be honest now,
We were never really lost
So chant it with me
We're all just dirty rejects
And we ain't ashamed
Anymore
No, we ain't gonna fight
Your wars
We ain't gonna go down
In your name
We got a little more pride
And to be honest, we never belonged
To your American Dream
Because we're waking up now
And we know better
Than to fall in line
No, we ain't even gonna try
To go in blind
With the herd
Because we're the descendants
Of dirty hippies
And unburned witches
And bloody revolutionaries
So you better keep your white picket fence
Clean
Because we're just dirt
To you
And we ain't ashamed
Anymore
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Restless Things
Poetry"I didn't realize what damage heat can do To flesh so bare So I poured you out all over me Until I was undone And shaking But after the fire has gone All that's left is ash and wilted skin So now I know Better" -The Things You Left Behind (Poetry, P...
