My Type Songtext
von VOILÀ

You are my type if you were emo in 2009
The best worst years of our lives

Here′s to tattoos under sweaters that we have to hide if ever
We go get our lives together, I hope we don't
′Cause I like us so much better in our converse and our leather
So let's just grow young together
'Cause I′ve been thinking

I can′t believe that now we're older
Than our fake IDs said that we were
The cigarettes ain′t changed our voices yet
So 'til my last breath, I′ll say-

You were my type if you were emo in 2009
And had your hair parted over one eye
My type is a girl who wore chains on her hot topic jeans
And dyed her hair black and put in a streak of pink
My type gets down to MCR
It's not a phase, mom, it′s who we are
My type if you were emo in 2009
The best worst years of our lives


Here's to the Sallys and the Jacks, the problem kids in cul-de-sacs
With middle fingers painted black, oh, I got your back
To the girl who knows the words to fob's folie à deux
Just raise your hand if you are her, can you take me back?

′Cause I can′t believe that now we're older
Than our fake IDs said that we were
The cigarettes ain′t changed our voices yet
So 'til my last breath, I′ll say-

You were my type if you were emo in 2009
And had your hair parted over one eye
My type is a girl who wore chains on her hot topic jeans
And dyed her hair black and put in a streak of pink
My type gets down to MCR
It's not a phase, mom, it′s who we are
My type if you were emo in 2009
The best worst years of our lives

Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa
Ooh-whoa
Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa, whoa


You are my type if you were emo in 2009
And had your hair parted over one eye
My type is a girl who rocked chains on her hot topic jeans
And dyed her hair black and put in a streak of pink
My type gets down to MCR
It's not a phase, mom, it's who we are
My type if you were emo in 2009
The best worst years of our lives

Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa
Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa
Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa
Whoa