Teeth

[Verse 1]
Cut my teeth on fucked up boys
They all skate and play guitar
"Wanna trauma bond in bed on ketamine 'til 3am?"
And it works on me every time
I like the bags underneath their eyes
Think there’s some baggage I always find
And it's my job to fix them

[Chorus]
You, you got some mommy issues, don't you?
Wearing your favorite pair of blue jeans
You think that nobody is like you

[Verse 2]
All boys are the same in the valley
Braggin’ about smokin' at thirteen
Write your stupid songs about me
Doesn't it get boring being boring?

[Verse 3]
Fuck you and your beat up car
And the mirror that you didn't fix for six months
You're thе reason that I'm writin' all these stupid songs
You'rе just every other boy, you’re every one

[Chorus]
You, you got some mommy issues, don’t you?
Wearing your favorite pair of blue jeans
You think that nobody is like you
You, you're nothing but another sellout
You turn your city to a small town
And you’re never gonna get out

[Outro]
You got some mommy issues, don't you? (Just another sellout)
You got some mommy issues, don't you? (Turn your city to a small town)
You got some mommy issues, don't you? (And you’re never gonna get out)
You think that nobody is like you (Just another sellout)
You think that nobody is like you (Just another sellout)
Wearing your favorite pair of blue jeans (Turn your city to a small town)
Nobody is like you (And you're never gonna get out)