Testo di Calendar Day Cliché

Books and covers and pigeon holes… Walk in the door ears burning already in a box - wheels turning Pre-conceived notions and quiet whispersjudge me on what I say Judge me on my everyday Judge me on yesterday Calendar day cliché 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 gifti'll never be your … I even forgot what emo meant what it was and what it is And how it defines the giver and the gift After all, music's emotion