whatever

the kid’s lost control they’ll yell when i steal the show
whatshisname is up there and he’s not letting you go
the maquillage is coming straight off, and the star is shining bright
a punk rock hero dressed in disguise
couldn’t show his emotions before
because everyone around him was fake and locked all his doors
he’s a rebel, a saint, and a dreamer
and a temper so hot you’ll get fever
watch out i’ll burn you out he screams
from centerstage with a mike stand between his knees
fuck the stereotypes and those trying to be who they’re not
he doesn’t have a mohawk and doesn’t smoke pot
don’t let the cobain colour hair fool you
cuz he digs elton john more than blink 182
he’s been to operas and a jack johnson show
and he’s too out there for you all to know
but you’ll regret it all someday
the kid everyone told to get away
he fell down, got up, but crashed down harder
but now he’s mr. no confidence no longer
he’s a symbol of the self made
the one who’s always gonna get laid
gonna do my own thing and live in the trees
that’s right all you coreys