Prep vs punk

(Verse 1)
We’re always caught in the middle, where the sidewalk ends,
You’re rocking your khakis, I’m sporting my band’s pins,
We clash like colors, on this checkerboard street,
From the coffee shop culture to the basement beats.
(Pre-Chorus)
But there’s something brewing underneath it all,
We’re just two sides of the same high school hall.
(Chorus)
Hey! It’s a battle of the styles, can’t we just get along?
You take your preppy smile, and I’ll keep singing my songs.
Different stitches, same heart, just trying to find our way,
In this world where we’re fighting over our own cliché.
(Verse 2)
I see you at the mall, with your crew on the scene,
While I’m kicking it back at the punk rock machine,
You say "What’s with the mohawk?" I say "What’s with the flannel?"
Both just kids growing up with our own little channels.
(Pre-Chorus)
But there’s magic brewing when we let down our guard,
We might be fitting in, but we’re all a little scarred.
(Chorus)
Hey! It’s a battle of the styles, can’t we just get along?
You take your preppy smile, and I’ll keep singing my songs.
Different stitches, same heart, just trying to find our way,
In this world where we’re fighting over our own cliché.
(Bridge)
So let’s break down the barriers, we’ll make a scene,
Trade our plaid for plaid and our ripped jeans for dreams.
We’ll collide like a comet, but shine like the stars,
We’re just two different frequencies playing our guitars.
(Chorus)
Hey! It’s a battle of the styles, can’t we just get along?
You take your preppy smile, and I’ll keep singing my songs.
Different stitches, same heart, just trying to find our way,
In this world where we’re fighting over our own cliché.
(Outro)
So here’s to the moments when we learn to relate,
When prep meets punk, and it’s never too late.
Let’s find our own rhythm, let’s learn how to sway,
Together we’ll thrive, no matter what they say.