If i play my guitar in drop d
And say depressing shit
Then i might become a rockstar
You say you want these two years back
Well i'd give 'em to you if i could
But now they're wasted like i'm wasted all the time
What's he got that i don't
Let's see, a steady income and
Man his hair is always so freshly cut
And now we're asking ourselves
If there's anything we could've done
But we've done too much already
Maybe it's on me to light this up
Counting down from three
Living in a world that's too far gone
Out looking for justice
Just when we think it's found
Turns out the cronies in the back room made it up
But these walls are made of paper
And i've got this box of matches
So all we need's some friction to wake 'em up
Maybe it's on me to light this up
I can set us free
Living in a world that's too far gone