Fucking in your 20's
In a city that's like a blown up Netflix original highschool
I'll quit the fucking band
You're a real piece of work man
Just ask your friends
Or their friends
I don't think it's gonna work man
But you've gotta try before you get too old
Often times you waste it
100 little moments in every little day spent
Getting older watching the fire smolder
It's colder AND colder and it's over before you know it
It's over
You were the bassist in his band
The right hand man of the man
You were the douchebag keeping the peace and
What was a little rough could still be healthy
Was I a couple of books and skits and sharp looks away
From a life of joy and luxury
Luck!
I still believe in luck
And it sucks
Letting go
And it sucks
Letting go
You know your spirit breaks then your body breaks baby
You write a tired manifesto
Where you twist and turn your shit habits
Into American softcore
You can say his name again
And you still have his number
You could call him up
And ask him
And if the dream is over
He'll just try again
Before he gets too old
Often times you lie there
Post-coital revival
Of side eyed tribal attachment
Watching the worst happen
And you think about getting sober
But it's over before you know it, it's over
You were the bassist in his band
The right hand man of the man
You were the douchebag keeping the peace and
What was a little rough could still be healthy
Was I a couple of books and skits and sharp looks away
From a life of joy and luxury
Luck!
I still believe in luck
And it sucks
Letting go
And it sucks
Letting go
You know your spirit breaks then your body breaks baby