I like their leather jackets and their crooked, toothy smiles
I like the tall ones and the awkward ones
The ones with hair in their eyes
I like the way they read their books
I like the way that they quote film
I like the way that they have big dreams
And the way they look at you

But they want manic pixie dream girls
And they want Zooey Deschanel
But I'm a flesh and blood real person
You can all just go to hell

Take your misogyny
And your fake ideals
Take your wet dreams
And your "I feels"
Screw you sad-assed boys in Smiths shirts
This hurts
Go to hell

I like the Slaters and the Cusacks
I like those boom box toting fools
I like the hipster boys with skinny jeans
That always have the blues
I like the way they drink their coffee
I like the way they stoop to talk
I like the way they dance at parties
And how they have to quote The Cure

But they want manic pixie dream girls
And they want Zooey Deschanel
But I'm a flesh and blood real person
You can all just go to hell

Take your misogyny
And your fake ideals
Take your wet dreams
And your "I feels"
Screw you sad-assed boys in Smiths shirts
This hurts
Go to hell

A-N-G-S-T
A little angst for me
A-N-G-S-T
A little angst for me

Yeah, they want manic pixie dream girls
And they want Zooey Deschanel
But I'm a flesh and blood real person
You can all just go to hell

Take your misogyny
And your fake ideals
Take your wet dreams
And your "I feels"
You fucking sad-assed boys in Smiths shirts
This hurts
Go to hell