It seems like the ordinary's lost it's touch
The flavor of the internet ain't shaking hands with your best friends
And I'm stuck in meetings with both sides again,
afraid to make an enemy or use anything that I probably should be flaunting
I stood in line for hours to take a chance on a night without a cineplex,
but you feed me guilt when all I want is sojourn
So, paste on a grin before you leave the room
Make sure to color in your lips and flex your gums 'cause the rumors will be biting
If there's a place above the act, how do I decide to run away from it all?
I'm barely in love
Let's take this mud and build a giant wall
and block off all the criminals
We can raise it up until it crumbles down upon us
Better yet, we could take apart the all-night scene and black our minds with alcohol
We could stumble back to our beds with half the city
If there's a place above the act, how do I decided to run away from it all?
I'm barely in love
And you said this was important, so I pledged all my investment
Outside of this apartment, no one knows that somewhere else on Sundays, we lie on backs just waiting for a phone call from our mothers to prove them wrong
I'm so sick of enjoyment
It gets me off then passes
And I've spent too long waiting for "I was wrong"