Lately i've been staring at a wall, playing a note & calling it a song, trying to post but can't see through the flames, and I don't know what you want me to say. stay up all night, pretend to write, stare down extinction clinging to a mic. playing guitar in the middle of the street and you think why is no one listening to me?

We yell we won't sell out but nobody ever knows what i'm talking about. Would they pay us more if i took off my shirt like Morrissey? This song's about consent, will it get us laid or do you want to hear it again? I'm a grown man who started a punk band, so listen to me.

i know that you think this is your time you don't know it's the end of our line acting like we're not all out of time when we're all at the end of the line I don't know what to do with my time knowing that i'm the end of the line so what are you gonna do with your time when you will be the last of your line.

Lately i've been staring down the barrel, wondering everybody is scared of. Take off my mask at the gym and then put on this, cause this song will solve the climate crisis. forget your lines & improvise. base your decisions on the color of the skies. lay down your arms in the middle of the street, and you think why is no one listening to me?

Lately i've been staring at a wall, just to break a string & then call it a song, lying to myself about how we're getting signed, sitting on my phone in bed until the end arrives. DM'ing dan barrett while i fall into the sea, and i'm still making fun of the covfefe tweet, but just when you're sick of what you'll be one day you turn around and you're obsolete.