Lyrics Roshambo (Rock, Paper, Scissors) - Bayside

Roshambo (Rock, Paper, Scissors)

You never really knew
The things you learned would matter;
The things you did and didn’t do would someday define you;
The things you hate the most:
The lessons on piano
The books you read in Sunday school--
I swear I’d trade in anything to be young again
And all these things
Were lessons in living
It seems like we’re all fighting to be more than who we are
Life’s been a test of virtue and humility so far
‘cause give and take don’t matter either way
Luck of the draw, the lottery;
Roshambo for poverty
Destination: anywhere but here
Here I go again
Feeling sorry for myself
Am I getting old at heart--
Too old to pretend
That everything’s alright?
Have I had a choice?
Walking past a threshold
Into a change
And your life’s never the same again
And all these things
Were lessons in living
It seems like were all fighting to be more than who we are
Life’s been a test of virtue and humility so far
'cause give and take don’t matter either way
Luck of the draw, the lottery;
Roshambo for poverty
Destination: anywhere but here
My mind’s open
I scream for better things
It seems like were all fighting to be more than who we are
Life’s been a test of virtue and humility so far
'cause give and take don’t matter either way
Luck of the draw, the lottery;
Roshambo for poverty
Destination: anywhere but here