jamestown488
Kids Who Don’t Fit
Explosive pop-punk energy with crunching guitars and pounding drums
Kids Who Don’t Fit
Explosive pop-punk energy with crunching guitars and pounding drums
male vocals spitting verses tight over palm-muted riffs that explode into a shout-along chorus; gang vocals on hooks
bass locked in with a driving kick
brief halftime breakdown in the bridge before a final
faster chorus slam.
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jamestown488
about 1 month ago
2:36
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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Late bell ringing
Ink on my hands
Detention walls
My permanent plans
Staring through glass
At a sky I can’t touch
They teach us to sit
I only wanna jump
[Chorus]
We’re the kids who don’t fit
Ripped jeans
Bad habits
Hearts loud as sirens
Can’t make us quiet
We’re the questions you can’t grade
Every line we cross
We’ll stay
If growing up means losing this
I don’t want it
I don’t want it (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Mom says calm down
“Think of your future”
But I feel my pulse
Buzz like a rumor
Friends on the curb
Laughing like we’re broken
Every stupid joke
Feels like a slogan
[Chorus]
We’re the kids who don’t fit
Ripped jeans
Bad habits
Hearts loud as sirens
Can’t make us quiet
We’re the questions you can’t grade
Every line we cross
We’ll stay
If growing up means losing this
I don’t want it
I don’t want it
[Bridge]
What if being lost
Means we’re finally moving?
What if all this doubt
Is a kind of choosing?
If all their answers
Never feel like ours
We’ll write our names
On the water towers (woah)
[Chorus]
We’re the kids who don’t fit
Ripped jeans
Bad habits
Hearts loud as sirens
Can’t make us quiet
We’re the questions you can’t grade
Every line we cross
We’ll stay
If growing up means losing this
I don’t want it
I don’t want it
I don’t want it
I don’t want it