Formal Night from AM Reruns by AM Reruns

didn't have a date for the formal dance liked her too much just couldn't ask wasn't built for the popular race but dragged it on for days in the rented car in silent fear like pressure on a Champagne seal I'm not here to be laughed at playing dead or guilty or ashamed and I want what they have late again to my worst class eight weeks behind in further maths in my world I feel like a gun but at my desk I'm just the chewing gum you grow deranged on your own when everyone's in love or popular I'm not here to be laughed at playing dead or guilty or ashamed and I want what they have I'm not here to be unknown walked past for generations waiting as I watch you holding him

• 80s
• Rock
• The Smiths
• new wave
• power pop
• rock'n'roll
• Melbourne