Summer Holidays vs. Punk Routine

I’m tired of losing myself
To some stupid childhood dream of what I could have been
Money proves the point
And I’m stuck between summer holidays and punk routine
I shoot off a hundred things to remain more sorry than safe, you see
I only get this fucking chance once and I just can’t let it be And I’m still certain that what motivates me Is more rewarding than any piece of paper could be Well adjusted and corrupt
All those icons that stole our teenage lust
A scenario of simplicity
A scenario of you and me A scenario of simplicity
A scenario of you and me Rather be forgotten than remembered for giving in Rather be forgotten than remembered for giving in Rather be forgotten than remembered for giving in Rather be forgotten than remembered for giving in We’re all tired of dying
So sick of not trying
Scared that we might fail
We’ll accomplish nothing
We’re all tired of dying
So sick of not trying
Scared that we might fail
We’ll accomplish nothing
Not even failure
Not even failure
Not even failure
Not even failure
Rather be forgotten than remembered for giving in Rather be forgotten than remembered for giving in Rather be forgotten than remembered for giving in Rather be forgotten than remembered for giving in Giving in Giving in Giving in