Pop-Punk Is Sooooo ’05

If they could see you now
They would surely bow
In the honor of your presence, dear
You've come

Cameras blind your eye
Here's the big surprise
Flash never lasts, you've gotta
Pay your way back in

'Cause who you are, what you say
You're just a boy who's afraid of the dark
What you've got means shit to me
I'm not impressed by the dress, the sexy dress you bought

(Oh, oh, woah
Oh-oh, oh, woah
Oh, oh, woah
Oh-oh, oh, woah)

Bright city lights
And big, big city nights
Here, the hand that feeds you bites you, dear
Fear not

Bless your troubled soul
But there's hope for all
For a bag of cash, you can always
Turn your profits in

'Cause who you are, what you say
You're just a boy who's afraid of the dark
What you've got means shit to me
I'm not impressed by the dress that you bought

Who you are, what you say
You're just a boy who's afraid of the dark
What you've got means shit to me
I'm not impressed by the dress, the sexy dress you bought

(Oh, oh, woah
Oh-oh, oh, woah
Oh, oh, woah
Oh-oh, oh, woah)

There's always room for something
When nothing's next to you
Hotshot, grab onto something
They're coming after you

Who you are, what you say
You're just a boy who's afraid of the dark
What you've got means shit to me

'Cause who you are, what you say
You're just a boy who's afraid of the dark
What you've got means shit to me
I'm not impressed by the dress, the sexy dress you bought

(Oh, oh, woah
Oh-oh, oh, woah
Oh, oh, woah
Oh-oh, oh, woah)