The Art of Progress

throw me out just like a foster on the porch
a hero behind the bar
I’m not insane like the doctors swore
scores were made to be shattered on the 8-bit screen
there’s too much history
a California high life teen
because we’re too young
to make this last forever
we’re too strong
the art of progress
metal statues lining the sides of pixel road
where mothers dare to roll
the dice on a broken home
you’re selling pictures of me
good news it comes in threes
because we’re too young
to make this last forever
we’re too strong
the art of progress
our names, our names, inside these songs
even if our intentions come off wrong
our names, our names, inside these songs
we’ll prove them wrong, we’ll prove them wrong
we’ll make this, we’ll make this last forever
we’ll prove them wrong