Anthems For A Seventeen Year-old Girl

Broken Social Scene

Used to be one of
The rotten ones
And I liked you for that
Now you're all gone
Got your makeup on
And you're not coming back
(can't you come back?)

Bleeching your teeth
Smiling flash
Talking trash under your breath
(Or under my window)

Park that car
Drop that phone
Sleep on the floor
Dream about me