Teeth

Cut my teeth on fucked up boys
They all skate and play guitar
One man drama, bound in bed
On ketamine till three AM
And it works on me every time
I like the bags underneath their eyes
Then there's the baggage I always find
And it's my job to fix them

You, you got some mommy issues, don't you?
Wearing your favorite 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 boringly 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 everyone

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

You got some mommy issues, don't you? (Just another sell-out)
You got some mommy issues, don't you? (You've turned this city to a small town)
You got some mommy issues, don't you? (And you're never gonna get out)
You think that nobody is like you (just another sell-out)
You think that nobody is like you (you're just another sell-out)
Wearing your favorite pair of blue jeans (turned this city to a small town)
Nobody is like you (and you're never gonna get out)