Dress Code (new song by me)

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Dress Code (new song by me)

Dress Code
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Walk through these high school double doors
You have already had most of your tours
Of getting buried alive in the garbage, run but you can’t hide
And overdosing on your fridge, feelings being eaten alive

Thankfully the hallway lockers are bigger now
So you can fit inside it painlessly
This time around it takes less signs to figure out
Why “This only happens to me”

Go grab the dress, and grab the guillotine
Such a mess, janitors needed on the scene
The pressure and anxiety inside the teen
Bursts her open just like her own spleen
Mom found her in bits and pieces all over
Around the high school prom dance floor

The dress code is red and I know life is a test, well I failed
I’m in hell, sitting in a desk ‘cause my soul was on sale

Where do we begin, where do we begin
Well, you’re officially just a mannequin
Missing your limbs so you’re unstable
Emotionally amputated and labeled

Not even imaginary friends will like you
So don’t buy any two-seater bikes dude
If only you were one of those schizophrenic teens
Then you’d have friends without having to dream

Purposely acting hysterically hyper so the shrinks will O.D. you on Riddlin
You’re killin’ yourself but the health class will just go get another kid to fill in

Sighing, I’ll go O.D. on all the anti depression pills you gave me to save me
Abusing my trial prescription so now I’m an ill medication deprived child
Drunk dialing suicide hotline and asking if I can buy an empty grave
My unique self-harm style is noted on my drool-stained hospital file

The dress code is red and I know life is a test, well I failed
I’m in hell, sitting in a desk ‘cause my soul was on sale

Rational or not, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts
You’re full of it, and I had prepared for the worst
I don’t care if the pain is real or not, I just want it gone
As the fat lady sings, these voices in my head join the song

The dress code is red and I know life is a test, well I failed
I’m in hell, sitting in a desk ‘cause my soul was on sale