This is why I miss MySpace lyrical bulletins

[No, I did not post last week. I am going to switch to every other week because this semester has been ca-razy. I will elaborate later but for now, enjoy this postage.]

I wish it were still an acceptable thing to post lyrics to a song on various social media. I don’t know if it was acceptable because I was 15 and didn’t know any better or if it was still the early years of MySpace and that sort of thing was okay. Either way, I miss being able to rely on the lyrics of my pop-punk bands and say things like “Pretty girl is suffering while he confesses everything, pretty soon you’ll figure out you can never get him out of your head.” (I never actually posted that one by Sugarcult; but I never got the chance and now I’m sad at the fleeting thought of less Sugarcult meaning in my life).

My favorite all-time memory was when I was a sophomore in high school and I posted the lyrics to, of course, a Relient K song and it made this guy messaged me. The lyrics were “She’s so pretty but she doesn’t always act that way.” And when you opened the bulletin the lyrics continued, “Her moods are swinging on the swing set almost everyday.” Riveting stuff there.

But if I could post lyrics to Twitter (which I occasionally do) or Facebook (which I never do), I would like to think that they would be more intellectual than the ones I posted all those years ago. That was the beautiful thing about bulletins on MySpace. You could literally post the most worthless junk, like surveys, and no one cared. I mean, come on, who would really read those things. They were so self-centered and terrible, and yes, I posted them all the time.

I remember I had just broken up with a guy and posted a bulletin using a Christian song as the basis for my bulletin, using the basic HTML everyone knew, like how to bold words and whatnot, and the guy messages me and yells at me for “moving on.” This was all based on a bulletin that had nothing to do with him.

If I could post lyrics right now, they would quote two songs from the band, House of Heroes, and they would say:

“If you were mine I’d tear the altar down of all that I’d lost to romance.” And then when you opened it, it would say, “If you were mine I’d risk my dignity if only to give love a chance.”

And the second one would say:

“There’s no virtue in killing a man,” and again, when you opened it, “And neither is the virtue in being afraid to stand.”

Perhaps you can’t relate because you weren’t a lame teenage girl like me, or you didn’t even have a MySpace. Either way, I miss those days. They actually helped me to discover new pop-punk angsty music. How would I have known about New Found Glory’s cover of every song ever without bulletins? I don’t know about you, but there should (most definitely not) be a resurgence of our careless selves on social media.

Except thinking about it, there already has been this resurgence, and it’s selfies galore. So never mind. I’ll cherish the memories I had of my lyric posting.