We've been around, we've seen a lot Not crazy amounts but just enough to understand there's no use in pretending to be someone Some things made us laugh, some were quite depressing and in the end we still play that game though we know we can't win it We shot then we aimed, we'll be backwards till the end but we're participating Last night I thought I'd try meditation, I came up with a bunch of resolutions We'll stop simulating growing pains, we're in our late twenties Quit backstabbing all of our friends and then talk about integrity And we'll stop believing in the ghost of punk-rock past It may be strange but with without rage we actually look like we managed To overcome not to become bitter, jealous or jaded But we will admit that's not how we planned it and in the end we still play that game though we know we can't win it This is a steal, a thrill, a contribution but it's not a plan This is our life, our drive, it's not a method, it's a provocation It'll all end up in contention and friction, can't wash away this permanent impression