The rain outside well it makes me smile
I’d rather take erosion over nothing
The Moz is playing on my stereo
I’ll always take the darkened over empty
Scissors and tape and my bedroom wall
Sometimes I wish that I could hang you near me
Compilation cassettes I recorded for you
Expressions of the things that I can’t show you
This is who I am
These posters on my wall
This is who I am
These things define my soul
This is who I am
These posters on my wall
I surround myself with the things I love
To help me find a cure for my afflictions
Eyeliner’s come back to an ideal world
We’ll put on black and quietly deceive
Come back to my room and I’ll read you some poems
Please lie if you can’t tell the truth
Come back to my room and I’ll show you the things
That may mean nothing to you
This is who I am
These posters on my wall
This is who I am
These things define my soul
This is who I am
These posters on my wall
These are the things that define me
It’s all I know
It’s all I know
It’s all I know
It’s all I know
There’s an empty space that I need to fill
Just below the window that won’t open
I like it to be a reflection of me
In an image of the ones who killed tradition
This is who I am
These posters on my wall
This is who I am
These things define my soul
This is who I am
These posters on my wall
These are the things that define me
This is who I am
These posters on my wall
This is who I am
These things define my soul
This is who I am
These posters on my wall
These are the things that could save me