Artist: Propagandhi
Song: the about - as - close - to - emo - as - we'll - ever - get song
I hid inside my room like a fucking coward
And the past 18 months flashed before me in the last eight long hours.
A little less than amazing: you finally got a rise out of me.
So I laughed, I cried (well, I tried, but I laughed again).
See? who the fuck needs a caricature to be their friend?
It's so fucking stupid.
I'm just as scared and insecure as you (maybe even x2)
And I wonder what you really thought of me.
An intimate friend? a loud-mouthed jerk? or just a novelty?
(and, hey, do you think I could sing this a little more out of key? )
This is not an apology. it's just therapy.
Because as we all know (and apparently), I don't need anybody.
