We're finding out some scummy $#&@ just threw in a fifteen year old.
I mean com'on, man, is that the life you want?
There tearing up these dead-end blocks,

revealing all the %#@! we wish we forgot
in the shadow of this careless urban sprawl.
My Friends and I, were all $#&@ed on the inside.

But we don't let it run our lives.
One day, i'll cough all this %#@! out of my lungs
from second hand smoking at all night restaurants

and they'll be up in arms over all the %#@! we've done
because were getting out, we're $#&@ing gone.
This caustic suburban sense of humor's gotten me in trouble more than a few times.

We're singing "Lucky" by Little League, $#&@ing up until we get this right.
Just cause we're down, doesn't mean we gotta stay there.
This $#&@ing town is like a ship gone underwater,

and we'll all drown unless we cut ties to the anchor.
We'd get swallowed here.
I'm bad at staying calm, and I know this town's a time bomb.

I've been dragging my feet too long, too long.
We've been sinking all along.
So chin up and we'll drown a little slower.