Yeah, we're a burden.
No, no we don't try real hard.
We just get by strumming our hearts,
All by ourselves.
Yeah, we don't see a purpose.
To the fights you sell.
Cause you're just seeking cheap shots in sweet spots,
I keep my hands to myself.
Some say itâs just a phase,
But itâs a life style for me.
But this city needs a switch
An infinite glow
Sleepless the bodiesâ fuel
The tired eyed and this possessed apartment bound.
And Iâm waiting
For this light to fade in tone
For this concrete neon city
To give me the key to change the world.
And well see soon enough
As our wide eyes sing our luck.
Now Iâm permanently sick
An uncommon cold
Breeding it multiplies, divides
Additives all around
So thank you thank you
Maybe weâll be friends next year
Maybe weâll make a terrible mistake
Maybe weâll change the world
And weâll see soon enough
So thank you and your love
The Rest Is History
History