Crime In Stereo - The Impending Glory of American Adulthood lyrics

If it seems as of late
I've stopped sitting around talking about
The bands I hate
Maybe I'm starting to relate
How could anyone have anything to say?

And if your inspiration's vacant
It's cause you're sitting in a basement
Wasting away day after day
I feel the same way
How can anyone have anything to say?
When was the last time
Anything happened to me?
Of limited income and even less experience
When was the first time you thought
"This is where we should always be?"
So vacant day after day
This is the last time you'll
See the likes of me

I could stay
Play the part of the youngest has-been
In the dark at card tables
Rehashing old visions
Put the impending glory aside
And make the same decisions in
Life as my parents
Take their rightful place as
The patron saint of

I'm worth my weight in the glory of yesterday
Worth my weight in vacancy