I met a girl, I liked her face I added her to my myspace She said she didn't like my shoes I cried into my rucksack
I liked the badges that she wore She shared my taste in emocore I bought a brand new cardigan But it was not enough
And though this love was not requited I remember feeling quite excited When I bumped into her in a record shop And helped her pick up the cds she'd dropped And though we both wore eyeliner And we both dressed in black I made 100 mixtapes... ...She never made one back.
