She Hates My Favorite Band

[Verse 1]
You said
“Turn that racket down”
I said
“This song raised me”
You rolled your eyes so hard
I swear the room got wavy
You call it teenage noise
I call it sacred text
You’re skipping all the singles
I’m screaming
“Track six is the best”
[Chorus]
She hates my favorite band
Says every song sounds the same
But they tattooed all my summers
Right onto my stupid brain
Yeah
She stole my hoodie and my heart
But she won’t try to understand
We’re almost perfect
Hand in hand
Except she hates my favorite band
[Verse 2]
You mock the singer’s voice
Say the lyrics sound like tweets
You laugh at all the drama
In those three-chord masterpieces
You’re scrolling while I’m soaring
In this thirty-minute set
You’re texting
“Kinda boring”
I’m like
“This is as good as it gets”
[Chorus]
She hates my favorite band
Says every song sounds the same
But they glued my broken Fridays
Back together in the rain
Yeah
She steals my fries and all my plans
But she won’t try to understand
We’re almost perfect
Hand in hand
Except she hates my favorite band
[Bridge]
Maybe we’ll meet in the middle
You play your playlists in the car
I’ll pretend the chorus hits me
Even though it never does by far
You laugh when I crowd the living room
Like it’s some sweaty
Tiny stage
You’ll never sing along
But you still shout my name
[Chorus]
She hates my favorite band
Says every song sounds the same
But they turned my empty bedrooms
Into something bright and strange
Yeah
She rolls her eyes
But grabs my hand
While I’m yelling every line I can
Guess I’ll marry my biggest fan
And the girl who hates my favorite band

rock, Punchy pop-punk with trading male/female vocals, crunchy guitars, and snappy snare driving a brisk 160-ish BPM. Verses stay tight and sarcastic with call-and-response lines; choruses explode into gang vocals and octave guitars. Brief middle-eight drops to half-time with bass and toms, then slams back into a double-chorus and shout-along outro., punk, pop, playful