Hey Thomas

Hey Thomas, with your short ass hair
We’ll call you out everywhere that we can

And I Promise to be a bitch of a bully
So that my friends think I’m funny at your expense

You wear those loose clothes, you know we don’t approve of
Won’t show the parts of you we wanna see

And what you don’t know, is that you’re breaking all our rules
We can’t accept your point of view, we can correct you

Hey Thomas
I thought we had this discussion
Your definition of disgusting, on our lips

And we’re perfect, we get you tell you how to think
Your imperfections make you weaker than you know

And yet you walk around here as if you own the place
As if you have the right to say we’re wrong, but who says you’re right?

Connect it up and try to look from where were coming from
We’re obviously better son, we’re always gonna win

And although we can’t fix you right now
We’ve got the high ground
You’re way below where you have stood before
So take advice when it falls down
You’re nothing more than
The girl we build you up to be, it’s obvious to see

Hey Thomas
I though you promised you’d be good
You’ve opted out of what you always should say yes to
And we don’t allow this
Your reputation’s at its end my friend
Your modesty has let you down for the last time

But I’ll wear those loose clothes I know they don’t approve of
Won't show the parts of me they wanna see
And what I do know
Is that I’m breaking all your rules
I won’t accept your point of view, you can’t correct me

And although you can’t fix me right now
I’ve got the high ground
I’m way above where I have stood before
Won’t take advice when it falls down
I’m something more than
The girl you build me up to be, it’s obvious to see

Hey Thomas