Every smile you fake, I'll be watching you.
Good weekend, wastedness, shows, barbeques, Livin' the goodlife. sorta. Soon enough, we'll be livin the good life. For now, working to get there.
We've got one chance to break out and we need it now, cause I'm sick and tired of waiting, I'm sick of this fucking apartment. Love me, or leave me, or rip me apart, this is the voice that I was given and if you don't like it take a long walk off of the shortest pier you can find and I'll be singing it out I'll be singing.
Oh Mr. Magazine, I never wrote one single thing for you. And your so called "Music Scene", You don't mean a thing to me. Pick it up, pick it up, it's what you wanted. Pick it up, pick it up, you need it too.
When they review the debut, what if the critics hate you? Don't worry cause we might just catch somebody off their feet. Well you can love it, or leave it, or rip it apart. We're living what we're singing so I guess that's a step in the right direction clever composition in the honesty, honesty. Oh mr. Magazine, I never wrote one single thing for you, and your so called "Music scene"..you both mean shit to me. So save your breath and the money you spent, go work in retail..spare the suspense. Just don't take chances or anything at all. So afraid of anything that may not come that easy, too afraid of anything you may not have seen before.
We've got one chance to break out and we need it now, cause I'm sick and tired of waiting, I'm sick of this fucking apartment. Love me, or leave me, or rip me apart, this is the voice that I was given and if you don't like it take a long walk off of the shortest pier you can find and I'll be singing it out I'll be singing.
Oh Mr. Magazine, I never wrote one single thing for you. And your so called "Music Scene", You don't mean a thing to me. Pick it up, pick it up, it's what you wanted. Pick it up, pick it up, you need it too.
When they review the debut, what if the critics hate you? Don't worry cause we might just catch somebody off their feet. Well you can love it, or leave it, or rip it apart. We're living what we're singing so I guess that's a step in the right direction clever composition in the honesty, honesty. Oh mr. Magazine, I never wrote one single thing for you, and your so called "Music scene"..you both mean shit to me. So save your breath and the money you spent, go work in retail..spare the suspense. Just don't take chances or anything at all. So afraid of anything that may not come that easy, too afraid of anything you may not have seen before.