bedroom community - Glass Beach

Here it is again, a heart of excitement

In the form of a girl who hates her life

As she sits alone on the floor of her bedroom

Waiting for answers, wasting time

Here it is again, the son of a soldier

Remington shotgun, rolled up sleeves

To keep Satan out of the walls of the suburbs

His last bastion of modernity

But Satan waits upstairs, watching over his daughter

She writes emo songs, she’s so depressed

Her lyrics are naive but she still sings her heart out

Th only way she knows how to confess

And as she gts up to shut the bedroom door behind her

He stands right beside her, she’s trying to get her head on straight

With box dye hair to match her black thigh highs

And scratched nail polish, she performs femininity

She laughs so hard I watch her lose her balance, fall over backwards

To the arms of Mephistopheles

But she’ll never leave her bedroom in this bedroom community

He said you’ll never be OK (OK!) if you don’t come to your senses

With you everything’s the end of the world

Melancholia can spread like a virus

I’m sure you got it from that stupid girl

You’ll never be OK (hey!), if you don’t come to your senses

But I feel so defenseless, so alone

I thought he was right when he said that he loved me

He’s still thinking of me from up there

And as they stop to look at her they won’t look further

Like it’s not a murder, it’s an inevitable tragedy

The bloody hands of all the heartless fuckers

Who emotionally fucked her to monetize her suffering

Flipping through a spiral notebook for some

Sad hopeless words to turn into a liturgy

So she’ll never leave her bedroom in this bedroom community

Da na na na naaa

Na na na na na

Na na na na na

Na na na

Na na na na NA na

NAA nana na na

Na na na na na

Na na na

No no no no no no no no no no

No no NO no, no no no no

Nonono no no NO no

No no no no no no

No NO NO NO, no no no no

Nonono no no NO no

No no no no no no no no no no

No nooo NO no, no no no no

Nonono no no NO no

No we’ll never leave our bedrooms

We’re a bedroom community

Here it is again, a heart of excitement

In the form of a girl who hates her life

As she sits alone on the floor of her bedroom

Waiting for answers, wasting time