I know what it looks like but
the ship's not capsizing. The driver's just drunk, or
asleep at the wheel. The map is
illegible, we spilled beers all over it.
We're all piss poor heroes
We're all aching to drown in a
sea of bad metaphors; trite, overused. Well I'm sorry!
This talking, just gets me confused. Dang dang.
And as a result
Conversations don't start.
They sputter and stammer, and spiral like
shit, try'na go down the drain but keeps spinning
'cause forces
are making it stay and I
don't wanna talk, 'cause you
don't understand.
This wasn't for anyone, I just wanted something
that wasn't pre-ackaged and that
wasn't pre-planned!
Now my only plan that is
damn sure to happen is
slowly decaying on a shelf filled with millionaires saving the future in
a sweet FUCKING press release, gloating on pedestals.
You can't make a change, unless you're there bragging.
Unless you're a dick about something that's pure to you;
Something that's pure to you
always gets fucked!
"Google my name, 'cause kid, I've got credentials.
My pop's a big shit and I can get you
free long distance. My co-op
is awesome and my
fixed gear's ridiculous!
Stop smiling, stop frowning, I always
thought you'd be different!"
There's been talking of leaving,
but how?
and to where?
and what happens when they show up there with friends?
And can you afford to leave again?
$2,400,000 by Bomb the music Industry, an amazing fucking band.
the ship's not capsizing. The driver's just drunk, or
asleep at the wheel. The map is
illegible, we spilled beers all over it.
We're all piss poor heroes
We're all aching to drown in a
sea of bad metaphors; trite, overused. Well I'm sorry!
This talking, just gets me confused. Dang dang.
And as a result
Conversations don't start.
They sputter and stammer, and spiral like
shit, try'na go down the drain but keeps spinning
'cause forces
are making it stay and I
don't wanna talk, 'cause you
don't understand.
This wasn't for anyone, I just wanted something
that wasn't pre-ackaged and that
wasn't pre-planned!
Now my only plan that is
damn sure to happen is
slowly decaying on a shelf filled with millionaires saving the future in
a sweet FUCKING press release, gloating on pedestals.
You can't make a change, unless you're there bragging.
Unless you're a dick about something that's pure to you;
Something that's pure to you
always gets fucked!
"Google my name, 'cause kid, I've got credentials.
My pop's a big shit and I can get you
free long distance. My co-op
is awesome and my
fixed gear's ridiculous!
Stop smiling, stop frowning, I always
thought you'd be different!"
There's been talking of leaving,
but how?
and to where?
and what happens when they show up there with friends?
And can you afford to leave again?
$2,400,000 by Bomb the music Industry, an amazing fucking band.
