I've been doing this for half my years I've been mouthing off in bars Trading shame for self-respect My trajectory is crystal clear I can see it in the stars That frame the shame above my neck That frame the shame above my neck And the sky is always pitch black When I sneak away, I only wanna come back And see your face, see your face again I want to listen to The Cribs, my dear While we make out in your car And fuck the haters who object They've overrated self-respect The sky is always pitch black when I sneak away I only wanna come back To see your face, to see your face again To see your face, to see your face again Not borne on beams from outer space through AMOLED displays To see your face, to see your face again Okay? I want the song of the american dorm room