Punk with an "X" Songtext

von Walter Mitty and His Makeshift Orchestra

Wide-eyed we sit on newport beach curbs
Waiting for texts of discouraging words
Damn bitch shined all my calls
So you can what if both your life and exist
Or i can pop in my new scrubs dvd
And we can laugh out loud, squirt milk through our noses
And watch every episode of season three.

And salvation lies in stereotypes
There's something about the poor look in your eye
It's telling me that I am the bad guy
Well I've never felt exhaustion so much as right now
And i've always loved the cold air on my bike at midnight
So much that, I might possibly come over tonight
And we'll lie to our parents for the rest of our lives
Tell em we've never smoked and that we'll never get tattoos

Baby justify my life
I'm only counting on the next few seconds
I'm not expecting too much to happen
Tell me a story of a guy just like me
Tell me he thinks with and appetite so small
And tell me he'll be alright, after it all.