Spraynard - The End of Rock Piano lyrics
[Spraynard - The End of Rock Piano lyrics]
Isn't it weird how all the
Years spent hating this place
Ultimately lead us back to the same block?
And I'm ashamed of the effort I put in
To look like every other dope
In this coffee shop
I guess you could call it a symptom
Of this problem we have called growing up
I'm sorry sir
We've got some bad news for you
I don't think we caught
This one early enough
And my dreams about my hair falling out
Well, they're starting to come true
And the seams that held
My thought process together
Well, they're starting to undo
So you can send me out to pasture
You'll find me at a bar or a post-rock
Garage-rock show because I need to get to
Sleep a little faster
To forget about all the people
That I used to know
And all the friends that I
Thought I'd miss so much
Are the ones that don't ask
When I'm around or not
And all the cool times that I
Thought we used to have
Just amount to smoking dope
In the parking lot
I guess you could call it a symptom of
Thinking you had more than you do now
I don't think I want to catch up sometime
I'm happy where we are now
And sometimes I run my
Fingers through my hair
And none of it falls out
And I think I'm in the process
Of learning what being young's about
So I don't think I'm headed for disaster
In fact, I think I'm leaving it behind
Because I'm way smarter than I was last year
So don't ask me how I'm doing
Because I'm doing fine
Years spent hating this place
Ultimately lead us back to the same block?
And I'm ashamed of the effort I put in
To look like every other dope
In this coffee shop
I guess you could call it a symptom
Of this problem we have called growing up
I'm sorry sir
We've got some bad news for you
I don't think we caught
This one early enough
And my dreams about my hair falling out
Well, they're starting to come true
And the seams that held
My thought process together
Well, they're starting to undo
So you can send me out to pasture
You'll find me at a bar or a post-rock
Garage-rock show because I need to get to
Sleep a little faster
To forget about all the people
That I used to know
And all the friends that I
Thought I'd miss so much
Are the ones that don't ask
When I'm around or not
And all the cool times that I
Thought we used to have
Just amount to smoking dope
In the parking lot
I guess you could call it a symptom of
Thinking you had more than you do now
I don't think I want to catch up sometime
I'm happy where we are now
And sometimes I run my
Fingers through my hair
And none of it falls out
And I think I'm in the process
Of learning what being young's about
So I don't think I'm headed for disaster
In fact, I think I'm leaving it behind
Because I'm way smarter than I was last year
So don't ask me how I'm doing
Because I'm doing fine