Woke up to another bad omen
Stark white drained out and frozen
I trained up I was Rocky Balboa
But sunk so deep didn't think it went lower
I was wrong, I was so god damned wrong
It's taken my hands, every heartfelt song I loved
They all sound like trash
Every word I take it back - wrong
You want me tough, want me sad
Want me to soundtrack the bad
Want me to stay where I am
Bang my cymbals and dance
Not growing, you're dying
Excuse us all for trying something new
I didn't realise our old records got deleted overnight
So we must try to recreate them
Everytime we make a sound
I'll turn 'em up so fucking loud
This is my house I make the rules
And if I want to burn it down I got the tools
Think that hoodie makes you cool?
Think you're in a little scene? Cool
You consume whatever helps you wallow in the shallows
As predictable as sunrise, copycats in shadows
I have never written anything for you
To help what you're going through
This is not a sermon it's behind a curtain
You want distorted guitars, played badly in sticky dive bars
You want feelings through lenses self deprecated, offended
You want your brain in somebody else
Want them to say your piece
And when they don't you got keyboards
You got opinions, you're weak, oh
Darling, it's the other way around
We outgrew you first, it's our sound
So cute, how's your band going bitch?
You stay true, keep filling out wish lists
Not what you expected - no shit
C'mon now honey dissect it
If you could choose the right move
Our roles would be reversed and you'd be the dude
With the shows, the plans, the fans, the band
The heartfelt songs and the outro jams
The studio time, the synced up lights
The bottomless lows and the dizzying heights
But you're not
No, enjoy it
The backseat needs a little warming
Take a seat
Take a seat
Be my guest, take a seat, take a seat, take a seat
Take your seat
Ooh yeah I bet you like that
Sounds like all the records you have
Sounds like your mum and your dad
Telling you they love you in fact
I bet this sounds like a dream
Sticky wet in your jeans
Walking down all those streets
You grew up in didn't leave
"Oh if that was me I'd be like..."
"They should have done something like..."
"Oh you know I just think like, it's not my type"
Enjoy it
The backseat needs a little warming
Take a seat, take a seat
Be my guest
Take a seat
Take a seat, take a seat, take a seat, take a seat
Take your seat
