Calendar Day Cliche Lyrics

books and covers and pigeon holes

walk in the door ears burning already in a box - wheels turning

pre-conceived notions and quiet whispers



judge me on what I say

judge me on my everyday

judge me on yesterday

calendar day clich



mohawks and dyes - nothing but lies

i don't wear dickies nor have any piercings

and i even forgot what emo meant

what it was and what it is

and how it defines the giver and the gift



i'll never be your

i even forgot what emo meant what it was and what it is

and how it defines the giver