Man, I feel like mold
It’s prom night and I am lonely
Low and behold
She’s walking over to me
This must be fake
My lip starts to shake
How does she know who I am?
And why would she give a damn about…
I’ve got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby
Come with me Friday, don’t say maybe
I’m just a teenage dirtbag, baby, like you
(Source: ttimeturner)