Hey Thomas

Hey Thomas, with your short ass hair

We’ll call you out everywhere that we can

And I Promise to be a ***** of a bully

So that my friends think I’m funny at your expense

You wear those loose clothes,

You know we don’t approve of

Won’t show the parts of you we wanna see

And what you don’t know,

Is that you’re breaking all our rules

We can’t accept your point of view, we can correct you

Hey Thomas

I thought we had this discussion

Your definition of disgusting, on our lips

And we’re perfect, we get you tell you how to think

Your imperfections make you weaker than you know

And yet you walk around here as if you own the place

As if you have the right to say we’re wrong,

But who says you’re right?

Connect it up and try to look from where were coming from

We’re obviously better son, we’re always gonna win

And although we can’t fix you right now

We’ve got the high ground

You’re way below where you have stood before

So take advice when it falls down

You’re nothing more than

The girl we build you up to be, it’s obvious to see

Hey Thomas

I though you promised you’d be good

You’ve opted out of what you always should say yes to

And we don’t allow this

Your reputation’s at its end my friend

Your modesty has let you down for the last time

But I’ll wear those loose clothes

I know they don’t approve of

Won't show the parts of me they wanna see

And what I do know

Is that I’m breaking all your rules

I won’t accept your point of view,

You can’t correct me

And although you can’t fix me right now

I’ve got the high ground

I’m way above where I have stood before

Won’t take advice when it falls down

I’m something more than

The girl you build me up to be, it’s obvious to see

Hey Thomas