What will I do When I finally get bored of you The excitement melts away Where will I go When it all has to go somewhere This was nice while it lasted We had such good dreams Of things we’d be And we did them all too quickly We had such big plans That slipped through our hands When we put them all over And ran out of room to cover What will I do When I finally get bored of you Will it all break off so easy Where will I go When we’ve gone as far up as we can And now it has to crash & land

Asking why we sell our feelings Is only step one, believe me, we’ve all moved on I’d happily pay to hear what you think That’s connection after all And you’ll leave something when you’re gone Validation is inspiration Strength for my generation Catching up So we can prepare to move along My thoughts Might not Have any way to change you But this might shake your body And help rearrange you I heard this man Tell me art could never make change It’s only reflection I don’t disagree But like his words, it gave me direction for me So many times, I’d never been healed Knowing feeling scared was something everyone feels But then the right one screamed, “Love is worry!” And then my fate was finally sealed Validation is inspiration Strength for my generation Catching up So we can prepare to move along My thoughts Might not Have any way to change you But this might shake your body And help rearrange you Validation is inspiration Strength for my generation Catching up So we can prepare to move along My thoughts Might not Have any way to change you But this might shake your body And help rearrange you

On an unassuming day in October The Little Red House was crushed where it stood And the apartment complex took over the corner block Rent starts at $1500 for a one bedroom You better get in line The new locals are surprised there’s not new art, like there used to be Lots of young people in the coffee shops, like you & me After all, look how nice the streets are And no homeless people anywhere, lucky me I could bring my kids here Nice place Classic city mismanagement Plus overzealous architects Old news, the old ones crumbled News flash, your city’s next Kinda wild, you can see festivals getting bigger every year But there aren’t any new local bands And you have to wonder why It’s almost like the people who want to make a living off of music Can’t afford to get by I was on a road trip somewhere new with my best friend, and turned to him and said I wanna work part time, minimum wage, by myself, and preferably more than half dead He looked and told me, this city isn’t for me, and to that point, which one is? 'Cause you find cheap town without a scene Or a new one rising in the west But call it yours, and once it’s big, you guessed it That city’s next Put on your tie Find your new favorite school in the city that you moved to Oh, you're not working in tech Well hey, too bad for you, I got news The fact that you want to work for a little bit of time To make enough or have enough to make any sort of healthcare Fuck you Young professionals, fuck you City officials, fuck you You made it so I can't even find a way to (I'll be honest, this part is gibberish) 'Cause minimum wage pays for a house with seven other kids Who are ready to die as easily as me And it's hardly a place to rest You better try your best 'Cause if you find that place, guess what, son That city's next Your city's next You wanna kill me Well, I'll kill you first, kid Your city's next Your city's next Gentrify and get the gun You wanna have a little fun You better run or do your best 'Cause guess what, son Your city's next

Fuck parades They’re only a roadblock from where you need to get to Like gettin’ to work to serve the crowd that storms in Once the parade’s all done I drove through one in desperation To clock in on time Pulled over by a cop who was ridin' on a bicycle Why didn’t I just drive away? You got a Jeep with seven tickets And a sign on the meter Says You’ve got 10 grand and no plans So let's go Let’s fucking go I appreciate the sentiment The energy of feeling spent Biting at the heels of a looming legal imminence I appreciate the sentiment 'Cause he’s just tryin’ We're just tryin’ Making livings while we’re dying Making livings out of dying He’s just tryin’ We're just tryin’ Making livings while we’re dying From folks making livings out of dying And it put me in the headspace Blaming others for the rat race It’s not the man in front of me It’s numbers that his face makes Runnin’ through conversion stats And runnin’ ads Next kid in line, looked like he dreamed Of seeing jobs end just like me Evidence of class wars schemes And stereotypes of teenage dreams Shaggy shave, nose pierced, eyes glazed A dollar short, so I went ahead and said Don't pay, take the drinks And made a joke about burning this whole building down His eyes got wide, his face grew worried I got tense and politely hurried them along Another zoomer that I got wrong Another poor kid in an angry punk song 'Cause he’s just tryin’ We're just tryin’ Making livings while we’re dying Making livings out of dying He’s just tryin’ We're just tryin’ Making livings while we’re dying From folks making livings out of dying What is it that you know or don’t know That makes you think things are going well What is it that you know or don’t know That makes you think things are going well What do you have, what'chya hiding That life is just a river that you think you’re riding Your feet are dry, I’ve swallowed salt Everyone posts suicide on their alts (Inviting death) What are you hiding (Stoned to stillness) Just a river you're riding (Ease the numbness) I've swallowed salt (It's not our faults) It's not our faults (Inviting death) What are you hiding (Stoned to stillness) Just a river you're riding (Ease the numbness) I've swallowed salt (It's not our faults) It's not our faults It's not our faults It's not our faults It's not our faults It's not our faults It's not our faults

City of trees Pleasant little breeze You almost forget You're in the middle of a desert Come for the scene Stay for the dream Of settling down And making jokes about the weather Shake off invitations For making new relations Stupid higher purposes Means canceling vacations ‘Cause I’m here on business Not making friends 'Cause I have no interest in your city No money for your trends I’m runnin’ low on time 20 years left in my prime Until my efforts are exceptions Or I find a new direction I’ve been stuck in here for hours In a old shop Distracting me from work I’ve self-imposed Pleasure Is only a distraction Like a catholic in reservation But instead of God, it’s an art attraction Every time I’m taking breaks Means another bad afterglow 'Cause it was better in the moment And now I need to go Go go go ‘Cause I’m here on business Not making friends 'Cause I have no interest in your city No money for your trends I’m runnin’ low on time 20 years left in my prime Until my efforts are exceptions Or I find a new direction

I’m always discovering things You’ve known about myself for years Every thing that I’ve been going through Is gonna be worth the tears I know, I know, I know My inner conflict is never your fault But I still feel like I’m a kid Feelings taken with a grain of salt Everybody says Nobody’s figured it out But should I feel like I’ve barely even started Spending years along the route Thanks for your patience Thank you for waiting up One day I’ll be keeping the pace Today I’ll just be Keepin’ up Protagonist syndrome Rejection of roles A fear of mediocrity An enormous addiction to goals You wanna make an impact You wanna be in somebody’s head When they don’t care ‘bout your taste or your skillset Your self-worth is even more dead The things I demand from others are correctly labeled flaws Dependency, worship, imitation, applause I can feel my friends Shaking their heads Because they all already know You’re still seeking pity You’re still growin’ up And you've still got a long way to go Everybody says Nobody’s figured it out But should I feel like I’ve barely even started Spending years along the route Thanks for your patience Thank you for waiting up One day I’ll be keeping the pace Today I’ll just be Keepin’ up

Jenny’s got a bottle of wine in her hand Dylan’s crying through his favorite band Michael’s got his headset on And the evening to himself Sara’s got vacation in 300 days Aaron’s got a gig that finally pays The rent is overdue, it’s not enough to do But it’s the least they can do for themselves Are you shaking Well I’m shaking too Are you breaking Or just making do Are you taking Any time for you Are you aching In your body again Feeling useless Away your friends What’s your something To comfort you in spite of it all Self care is a cliche now Two words you still haven’t figured out There’s so much to fear And always something to keep you down Sugar and sleep Getting too deep A secret to keep A minute to weep Pushing your pulse to the edge of your skin Anything to feel like you’re still livin’ Are you shaking Well I’m shaking too Are you breaking Or just making do Are you taking Any time for you Are you aching In your body again Feeling useless Away your friends What’s your something To comfort you in spite of it all (In spite of everything, it’s still you) All’s well while it’s ending All’s well while it’s ending All’s well while it’s ending All’s well while it’s ending All’s well while it’s ending All’s well while it’s ending Are you shaking Well I’m shaking too Are you breaking Or just making do Are you taking Any time for you Are you aching In your body again Feeling useless Away your friends What’s your something To comfort you in spite of it all