you posed so hard, got a big mouth, you fucking fake. you always had the blackest x's on your hands. you said it was a lifetime commitment for you. you weenie! you never had a clue.
now you lost the edge and moved to berlin. So here you are now, pretty little hipster boy. looking like a moron and celebrating drug addiction as a sort of political act. that's whack! electro is the new rave. v-necks and chest tattoos are the new crop tops and tramp stamps. and i really don't know what's worse. do you remember what the descendents sang:
i ain't gonna pick you up. when you're lying in the street. With a needle in your arm. selling your body for another fix.