White Boy Syndrome Lyrics

My body my choice

Means something different if you're red or blue

I'm not exactly sure why

But don't think too hard and bam it's true

We don't stand for shit

But we're rewriting the whole alphabet

I think I'm catching on

But I've made zero sense of all of it

Runaways and badass bitches pull through

I've got their posters

Hanging in my room

I'd like to ask em what the hell do I do?

Tell me this is all in my head

My head

Motherfuckers faking Tourette's

What's next?

White boy syndrome's going around

You don't have to be white to have it somehow

I guess I might as well

Turn out the light

My body my choice

Is something said when it's convenient

Is the point of safe spaces that we're watering our weakness?

If you say people are much more than just a pronoun

Well, you're wrong that's half of our identity or maybe more now

Runaways and badass bitches pull through

Not sure bout me and you

Tell me this is all in my head

My head

Motherfuckers faking Tourette's

What's next?

White boy syndrome's going around

You don't have to be white to have it somehow

I guess I might as well

Turn out the light

Don't think baby turn out the lights

Your mama's gonna sing you a lullaby

Don't think baby turn out the lights

Your daddy's gonna sing you a lullaby

Don't think baby turn out the lights

The government will sing you a lullaby

Don't think baby

Don't think baby

When I tell my story of how hard it was to come out to my family

Everybody's all"Sinclair I'm very sorry"

But if I think people have the right to choose what's best for them

I'm told that I'm a privileged bitch and can't use words like oppression

Is it that we celebrate the victims of society

And now we all want desperately to have the saddest sob story?

Tell me this is all in my head

My head

Motherfuckers faking Tourette's

What's next?

White boy syndrome's going around

You don't have to be white to have it somehow

I guess I might as well

Turn out the light