We like the music with the vocals mixed low

We speak of songs as if no one else knows

So unoriginal, our M.O.

Until something better happens

Until we find another way

Hey, your soul has no crossover potential

Is that the brain you want to own?

In the clubhouse, with our doors closed

Convoluted scene, yeah I think I know exactly what you mean

Someday I'll find out what this hope's for

Find distance between my happiness and this bullshit dream

So apropos, hey that's our story how it goes

Hope we don't spend life on our knees

Begging do something with us please

Your average woe has no punk rock credentials

Your voice is not your own

So you better find you some friends

And try to make this feel like home You better laugh with your friends

Or else you're gonna go it alone