Matchless, Considerable Weirdness, The B48 Home - Bomb The Music Industry!

8 p.

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The city’s leaking the spirits of happiness

Faking small talk

Getting warmer, fueled by a new power

Tear up the north end

You gotta tear up the north end

Uh huh

The kids

They all don’t wanna be the kid who drinks at Matchless, or Eden

And never seems concerned about the tab

But from where I’m standing

In between two parked cars sipping a tall boy really don’t seem that bad

Sometimes you blow off your best friends

Because you’re getting stuck on all the shame

Your shitty future brings

Someone can’t wake up because their alarm clock

Plugs into their dreams

Someone’s waking up forgetting

Things that don’t need forgetting, me

I was tired of feeling older so I took it upon myself to act dumber

I was always stuck on smarter but I traded all the smarts to just feel younger

So let’s get dumber

Someone’s waking up forgetting me