New Cool

We’re locked in step at 2 A.M.,
Our watches fade to silhouettes
We’re time and trial
We tick the same
We’re sound and silence in our heads
We’re taking Psych stoned on the bed
These violent hours
Awake instead
The cooler kids don’t give a shit
They only care for carelessness
They’re only style
No substance
We’re different cause we’ve stayed the same
Our Lucky Strikes held strong by tape
We’re happy tired
Still smoldering
You got me smiling everyday
I’m not so worried
I’m ok with being lame
Careless and young in the backs of cars
Quickly the 50's under the stars
I’m not so worried all the time
We’re born so early in our minds
We’re punks in a bunk bed for awhile
With small catalogues screming '95
I think I’s turning 7 then
I think I thought I’d meet you when…
Crosslegged down in the basement
Sorting records with Hector and some other kids
We’re sifting 60's groovin' slow
We’re bobbing heads I think we know…
Now we’re 22 and it’s 2010
At last act our age and holdin' hands
We’re moving forward all the time
We’re born this moment in our minds