Calendar day cliché

Books and covers and pigeon holes…
Walk in the door ears burning already in a box - wheels turning
Pre-conceived notions and quiet whispersjudge me on what I say
Judge me on my everyday
Judge me on yesterday
Calendar day cliché mohawks and dyes - nothing but lies
I don't wear dickies nor have any piercings
And i even forgot what emo meant
What it was and what it is
And how it defines the giver and the gifti'll never be your …
I even forgot what emo meant what it was and what it is
And how it defines the giver and the gift
After all, music's emotion