Matchless, Considerable Weirdness, The B48 Home

8 p. m
The city’s leaking the spirits of happiness
Faking small talk
Getting warmer, fueled by a new power
Tear up the north end
You gotta tear up the north end
Uh huh
The kids
They all don’t wanna be the kid who drinks at Matchless, or Eden
And never seems concerned about the tab
But from where I’m standing
In between two parked cars sipping a tall boy really don’t seem that bad
Sometimes you blow off your best friends
Because you’re getting stuck on all the shame
Your shitty future brings
Someone can’t wake up because their alarm clock
Plugs into their dreams
Someone’s waking up forgetting
Things that don’t need forgetting, me
I was tired of feeling older so I took it upon myself to act dumber
I was always stuck on smarter but I traded all the smarts to just feel younger
So let’s get dumber
Someone’s waking up forgetting me