Matchless, Considerable Weirdness, The B48 Home
8 P.M
The city's leaking the spirits of happiness
Faking small talk, getting warmer, fueled by a new power
Tear up the north end
You gotta tear up the north end
Uh ho, ooh oh ho ho, ooh oh ho ho ho
I can't say I don't wanna be the kid who drinks at Matchless, or Enid's, and never seems concerned about the tab
But from where I'm sitting in between two parked cars, sipping a tall boy, really don't seem that bad
Sometimes you blow off your best friends
Sometimes you blow off your best friends
Because you're getting stuck on all the shame your shitty future brings
Someone can't wake up 'cause their alarm clock plugs into their dreams
Someone's waking up forgetting things that they don't need forgetting, me
I was tired of feeling older so I took it upon myself to act dumber
I was always stuck on smarter, but I traded all the smarts to just feel younger
So let's get dumber
Someone's waking up forgetting
Someone's waking up forgetting me
Someone's waking up forgetting
Someone's waking up forgetting me
Someone's waking up forgetting
Someone's waking up forgetting me