Letra de My Type

You are my type if you were emo in 2009 The best worst years of our lives Here's to tattoos under sweaters That we have to hide if ever We go get our lives together I hope we don't 'Cause I like us so much better In our Converse and our leather So let's just grow young together 'Cause I've been thinking I can't believe that now we're older Than our fake IDs said that we were The cigarettes ain't changed our voices yet So till my last breath I'll say You were my type if you were emo in 2009 And had your hair parted over one eye My type is a girl who wore chains on her Hot Topic jeans And dyed her hair black and put in a streak of pink My type gets down to MCR It's not a phase, mom, it's who we are My type if you were emo in 2009 The best worst years of our lives Here's to the Sallys and the Jacks The problem kids in cul-de-sacs With middle fingers painted black Oh, I got your back To the girl who knows the words To FOB's Folie à Deux Just raise your hand if you are her Can you take be back? I can't believe that now we're older Than our fake IDs said that we were The cigarettes ain't changed our voices yet So till my last breath I'll say You were my type if you were emo in 2009 And had your hair parted over one eye My type is a girl who wore chains on her Hot Topic jeans And dyed her hair black and put in a streak of pink My type gets down to MCR It's not a phase, mom, it's who we are My type if you were emo in 2009 The best worst years of our lives You are my type if you were emo in 2009 And had your hair parted over one eye My type is a girl who rocked chains on her Hot Topic jeans And dyed her hair black and put in a streak of pink My type gets down to MCR It's not a phase, mom, it's who we are My type if you were emo in 2009 The best worst years of our lives