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 (This is who I am) 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, oh (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 (This is who I am) 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 (This is who I am) 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 (This is who I am) These are the things that could save me