Super Emotional White Boy Confronts the Bus Window

You are the junk food to my soul
Old salad in the bone yards
Boon docks
You are the jelly in my boombox
Swear but don’t promise me that you’ll be around
I’ll watch you turning your face up listening to that heavy metal sound
You are the junk food to my soul
Oh heaven doesn’t know what you want
Road blocks
Red shoes and White Sox
Kick me with both your feet and then fall to the ground
I’ll watch you burning your ears out listening to this pop-rock sound