Obnoxious loud undoubtedly fulfilled by Celebration Guns Lyrics
Picked last by people that you don’t like
For a game you never cared to play
Counting the minutes ‘til it’s over
You’d hear the words they’d say, internalize the hate
Despise the status quo and disassociate
You’re learning not to care when they don’t let you in
And then you find a place you finally fit in
You could be yourself up on the hill
Obnoxious. Loud. Undoubtedly fulfilled
Nobody else ever understood
Just tried to be who others thought they should
Picture a boy: glasses too big at an awkward age ten
Picked on by kids
Misunderstood, but he holds it all in
Soon he’s alone looking within
I never thought I’d see acceptance for who I could be
I never got to say thank you for who I am today
Your plaid shirts still almost protect you
From looking the way you do
But big pants were never the right choice
You never fit the trend but found a place to stay
With other misfit kids, you finally found your way
Then you were starting bands and made to understand
At seventeen years old you finally fit in
I never thought I’d see acceptance for who I could be
I never got to say thank you for who I am today
Picture a boy: all that he wants is to be just like them
Picture a man: desperate to say that he’s better than them
Who is to say which one is right?
For a game you never cared to play
Counting the minutes ‘til it’s over
You’d hear the words they’d say, internalize the hate
Despise the status quo and disassociate
You’re learning not to care when they don’t let you in
And then you find a place you finally fit in
You could be yourself up on the hill
Obnoxious. Loud. Undoubtedly fulfilled
Nobody else ever understood
Just tried to be who others thought they should
Picture a boy: glasses too big at an awkward age ten
Picked on by kids
Misunderstood, but he holds it all in
Soon he’s alone looking within
I never thought I’d see acceptance for who I could be
I never got to say thank you for who I am today
Your plaid shirts still almost protect you
From looking the way you do
But big pants were never the right choice
You never fit the trend but found a place to stay
With other misfit kids, you finally found your way
Then you were starting bands and made to understand
At seventeen years old you finally fit in
I never thought I’d see acceptance for who I could be
I never got to say thank you for who I am today
Picture a boy: all that he wants is to be just like them
Picture a man: desperate to say that he’s better than them
Who is to say which one is right?