Coded for Taste, Texture, and Tentative Pretentiousness.
This is a mainstream song with lots of beats
That will rake in all the Youtube hits and preteen girls who'll sing along
In sweat-drenched T-shirts to our song.
And we'll be so happy, though it's so wrong, that we sold out before we even got anywhere.
I know you'll say no.
You won't even respond.
But I still have to ask you anyway.
Well, if I could, of course I would give it all up in a blink for you
But now that I'm alone, I don't know who I am anymore.
Blank stares asking the mirror, "Is this me?"
Stupid thoughts of the past
Coded for taste.
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