Sound of the planes up in the evening sky
Can't hear them now with curtains pulled this tight
Buried in screens searching for truths online
Nothing to find
Feel like a tourist in my own home town
Rentals and debt wrapt up in dressing gowns
My parents said that I could turn this around
But how could I?
We're so messed up for this age
Neon lights, stir fry and minimum wage
Someone get off of my case
Walk home at midnight can't afford the train
We're so messed up for this age
Neon lights, stir fry, revolving stage
Someone get off of my case
Before we're crashing down
My ego's wilting under pale street lights
I sketched the scene in chalk put it on ice
I'm living under bad advice
Can't control a thing
Feels like we're spinning off our axis
My life is a movie about to explode
I wish that I could direct
Before it's shown
We're so messed up for this age
Neon lights, stir fry and minimum wage
Someone get off of my case
Walk home at midnight can't afford the train
We're so messed up for this age
Neon lights, stir fry, revolving stage
Someone get off of my case
Before we're crashing down
I do not know about much and I try not to wonder if I'll smoulder
But when the bombs are falling down I wouldn't care if I could hold ya
We're so messed up for this age
Try not to wonder if I'll smoulder
We're so messed up for this age
I wouldn't care if I could hold ya
We're so messed up for this age
Try not to wonder if I'll smoulder
Someone get off of my case
I wouldn't care if I could