Indie rock is full of privileged white kids I know because I'm one of them Who else has the luxury to gaze backwards? I went out on the road with my girlfriend I watched to have the career most people dream It doesn't sound so bad but for breakfast on the terrace Young men wearing glasses and sweaters But it's exhausting up here on the surface I spent a lot of time wonderin' what I should be doing Success is a slippery eel that keeps on moving It's got nothin' to do with making music It's got nothin' to do with making music Most critics are pussies who want to look cool Those who can they do, those who can't review What's happenin' today is forgotten tomorrow All that you got is your joy and your sorrow I don't mean to sound bitter when I say Life is the great life that no one can escape Failure and sadness breaks us open and connects us If not in this life than the next one