We're locked in step at 2 A.M., Our watches fade to silhouettes We're time and trial We tick the same
We're sound and silence in our heads We're taking Psych stoned on the bed These violent hours Awake instead The cooler kids don't give a shit They only care for carelessness They're only style No substance
We're different cause we've stayed the same Our Lucky Strikes held strong by tape We're happy tired Still smoldering
You got me smiling everyday I'm not so worried I'm ok with being lame
Careless and young in the backs of cars Quickly the 50's under the stars I'm not so worried all the time We're born so early in our minds
We're punks in a bunk bed for awhile With small catalogues screaming '95 I think I's turning 7 then I think I thought I'd meet you when… Cross-legged down in the basement Sorting records with Hector and some other kids We're sifting 60's groovin' slow
We're bobbing heads I think we know…
Now we're 22 and it's 2010 At last act our age and holdin' hands We're moving forward all the time We're born this moment in our minds
You got me smiling everyday I'm not so worried I'm ok with being lame You got me smiling everyday I'm not so worried I'm ok with being lame
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