The Conduit from Un-Invited by Birthday Boy

Oh yeah, I feel it.
Holy fuck am I your Conduit?
It bends my veins and cools my blood,
And you're all back at school.

I'm un-invited,
And I'm to tired to fight it,
So all you talk about is how much I suck.

Bring it on I guess I need it;
All the guilt it keeps me breathing.
All my friends made my bed
While I was back at school,

And I'm uninvited,
But I'm to tired to fight it,
And all you talk about is how I deserve
The pain, I'd bust my wrist and rip the paint
Off my brother's truck with my fingernails that
I never trim anymore,

But then I'd have to clean up the mess.

• Alternative
• Soundtrack
• emo
• glam punk
• indie
• ugly pop
• Boston