That’s so cringe, man. Cringe stuff sucks. You’re weird in a way I can’t articulate or discuss. As I parade around in your imagined menagerie I proclaim, “I may be cringe, but at least I am free.” Bro, I hate cringe stuff. Things that make me cringe. What that is exactly, is more of a feeling, where we let our egos win. Surely we’re better than them, of course, we observe with chagrin. I wish life were so simple, that we didn’t change every day. It’s safe to assume, given people’s reactions, that cringe person won’t remain that way. But maybe they will, and we can all point and laugh. Get a good joke in there at another person’s behalf. I’m not saying it’s not needed, sometimes a cringe react can be useful, problem heeded. That’s so cringe, man. Cringe stuff sucks. You’re weird in a way I can’t articulate or discuss. As I parade around in your imagined menagerie I proclaim, “I may be cringe, but at least I am free.” Ask yourself first if the cringe you feel Comes from a place of worry, or rising above their field. Obviously, some people take a while to get it. But if we call everything we hate cringe, that’s a dark world to be headed. Maybe it’ll lose all meaning, dwindle down in time. Maybe eventually cringe will be a compliment, like people take the term “nerd,” from time to time. It’s all a matter of perspective, but make no mistake. This song is cringe too, no matter how you look at it, no matter which way. That’s so cringe, man. Cringe stuff sucks. You’re weird in a way I can’t articulate or discuss. As I parade around in your imagined menagerie I proclaim, “I may be cringe, but at least I am free.” Let’s all practice, let’s get it out of the way. Cringe along with me, c’mon, whaddaya say? On a count of three we’re all gonna cringe. Get ready with me, now let’s begin. One two three, It’s crunch time baby. Cringe and be free. Let it all out Participate in the conversation, c’mon, scream and shout! That’s so cringe, man. Cringe stuff sucks. You’re weird in a way I can’t articulate or discuss. As I parade around in your imagined menagerie I proclaim, “I may be cringe, but at least I am free.”


