Making plans while the record’s spinning
Did your boss tell you how to get it right
This is a scene that you built to break in
Turn these chords into charts and dollar signs
You came back looking for romance now
Want to find all the truth that you bought out from these basements and broken records
I lied when I said I never thought you sold out
Keep a tape deck running next to our bed so we are never alone in our rooms
Shouting slogans that we learned at your shows and we were never alone in our rooms
Make a plan, keep the product selling
Did you boss tell you how to get it right
Play the hook and the kids start yelling
Turn It Up just to make your bottom line
What's it's like when you see your friends now,
Does your well-lit ego make them proud
All these basements and broken records
I lied when I said I never thought you sold out
We write our names with the same letters
I can’t remember, when’s the last time I wrote a letter? Fuck.
Need to get back in touch with the things that I neglect but I don’t know where to start
Ah, fuck it then