$2,400,000 - Bomb The Music Industry!, Scrambles

I know what it looks like

The ship’s not capsizing

The driver’s just drunk

Or asleep at the wheel

The map is illegible, we spilled beers all over it

We’re all piss poor heroes, we’re aching to drown in a sea of bad metaphors,

trite, overused

Well, I’m sorry, I guess talking just gets me confused

Dang, dang

Dang, dang

And as a result

Conversations don’t start

They sputter and stammer

They spiral like shit

Trying to go down the drain but keeps spinning 'cause forces

Are making it stay and I don’t wanna talk 'cause you don’t understand

This wasn’t for anyone, I just wanted something that

Wasn’t prepackaged and that wasn’t pre-planned

And now my only plan that is damn sure to happen

Is slowly decaying on a shelf filled with millionaires

Saving the future in a sweet fucking press release

Gloating on pedestals, you can’t make a change

Unless you’re there bragging

Unless you’re a dick about

Something that’s pure to you

Always gets fucked

Hey!

Hey!

Google my name, 'cause kid, I’ve got credentials

My pop’s a big shit and I can get you free long distance

My co-op is awesome, my fixed gear’s ridiculous

Stop smiling and stop frowning, I always thought you’d be different

And there’s been talk of leaving for good, but how, to where?

And what happens when they show up there with friends, show up there with

friends?

Can you afford to leave again?

Afford to leave again

And there’s been talk of leaving for good, but how, to where?

And what happens when they show up there with friends, show up there with

friends?

Can you afford to leave again?

Afford to leave again