Last iPhone

The sound of sirens shoots through my chest
Red and blue lights break my windows
Paranoia knocks at my front door
Fragile fear makes decisions for me
Like how i won’t ride my bike through Allston
I don’t want to feel this anymore
I’m afraid to check my email just to hear another friend’s in jail
I’m afraid to talk in detail about the ways we could tip the scales
But when you sing along it makes me that much stronger
Because I know that if they shoot me down
These songs will be remembered / Woah oh oh
These songs will be remembered / Woah oh oh
These songs will be remembered Woah oh oh
These songs will still be sung
Still be sung
Now everyone’s talkin insurrection
And I’m not sure if I’m for or against it
I guess survival’s more what’s on my mind
White guilt freight trains and dumpsters
Used to feel like revolution
I guess i’m learning how to organize
I just wish it could be as easy as the pamphlets made it sound
I wish wearing black in Berklee was enough to bring the whole thing down
But long after the last CD has been scratched to eternity
There’ll still be campfires and drums
When the last iPhone dies we’ll sing we’ll harmonize
We’ll fight and we’ll survive this one
Long after the last CD has been scratched to eternity
We;ll still have campfires and drums
When the last iPhone dies, we’ll sing we’ll harmonize
We’ll fight and we’ll survive this one
These songs will still be sung
These songs will still be sung