| I walk through the darkest rooms
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| Full of gloom and minds like mazes
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| And rejoice 'cause I’ll be the voice
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| Of your failure fucking generation
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| Still don’t belong to anyone
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| This is a life of hesitation
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| And we’d all trade one night to remember
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| For the years we’ve carelessly wasted
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| Big dreams and half full drinks
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| A few pills in your guts
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| So now it’s easy to think or breathe
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| And true love was just a marketed ploy
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| So guys can hit their lines
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| And girls can grab their boys
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| Sweet innocence with loser’s luck
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| I know you think you’re giving love
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| But you’re just getting fucked
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| Guess what?
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| I looked and you know what I found?
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| That you can’t expect to trust this world
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| When you can’t even trust yourself
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| And your head starts to spin
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| As you dance to the beat
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| Because tomorrow isn’t promised
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| But it’s sure as fuck is coming
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| And your body starts to shake
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| As you sing in the streets
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| Because it’s cold outside
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| So you better start running
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| Don’t count on me to save your life
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| When I’ve never had
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| A clear enough perspective on mine
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| And I know things change
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| We’ll go our separate ways
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| And alive is the only thing
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| It seems we’ve stayed lately
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| And the truth isn’t always easy to believe
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| You walk alone to the sound of your own heartbeat
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| And I know it’s not always so easy to see
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| But we are still all so fucking beautiful to me |