Make us proud

This is a poem for the hipsters

For the kids who don't spend lunch in the commons

For the parents who's kids need depression pills

And for the kids who take them

Make us proud

This ones for the girlfriends that love too much and the boyfriends that can't love enough

For the nerds that aren't smart enough to find an equation for fitting in

For the singles in the city of love

And for the parents who work 2 jobs and come home to a screaming child

Make us proud

This ones for the artist who can only seem to draw stick figures

For the planets too small there not allowed the title "planet"

For the girls who snort when they laugh

And for all the kids that make fun of them

Make us proud, cause one day the singles in Paris will find love

And the kids on pills will find happiness

And the boyfriends will learn to love more

While the nerds find out fitting in isn't all that matters

Make us proud because no matter how loud the child screams that parent still loves them

And the girls become comfortable when the laugh 

While the kids that made fun of them won't care cause they've done it too

And after all of that, you'll learn that no matter what happened we've always been on the stands cheering you on, and all you have to remember? 

You've made us proud...

(Steal like an artist)