UO
Words and Music by Micah Emrich
Her friends are distant,
She’s baby sitting,
Cause family is all she’s ever known,
In Her parents shelter,
They thought they it,
Helped her,
But it’s hurting her the more that she grows,
Never talked back,
Never partied,
But she thinks about it she’s alone,
In her dreams she turns into a monster,
Looking for a good time and she don’t want to go home.
She chose the unpopular opinion,
Like she’s got nothing to lose
Good girl, but she’s sick of always listening,
Every time you tell her what to do
She loves the unpopular opinion,
And she’s got way too much to lose
Her dad never did too much listenin,
Now he doesn’t have a clue
You thought she was a good girl
Social prison,
Parents permission,
Is your only real chance to get parole.
So you make up some fiction,
Of course they wouldn’t listen,
Instead they tell you hand over your phone.
When they’re in the shower,
You open up a browser,
You tell your friends to keep it on the low.
Tonights you’re turning to the monster,
Looking for a good time
And you ain’t going home