You sound like hardcore
You sound like new wave
Singer-songwriter channeling heroes from the old days
You made some progress
You got a haircut
Fortunately, for me, these days I just don't give a f*ck
My vision, my vision, my vision is clear
My vision, my vision, my vision is clear
I'm gonna make music the way that I want to
The way that I want to
Are you hearing this
Get a grip or six
Are you listening now
Pay attention
To my perfect vision
And I think I'll lay it all out
Every time I open my mouth
You're comparing me to something
I'm not even about
And everybody is a critic
Let opinions ring out
And yeah, I never hear the end of it
It's getting so loud
You know they say
I think I heard it before
Then he said, "You're gonna need a bit more"
Then she said, "You'll never win with that score"
And they all, they all, they all say
You look like sea punk
Riding an indie wave
Underground gothic, and old soul's new tonic
That shit is tasty
You made some progress
You got a haircut
Fortunately, for me, these days I just don't give a f*ck
My vision, my vision, my vision is clear
My vision, my vision, my vision is clear
My vision, my vision, my vision is clear
I'm gonna make music the way that I want to
The way that I want to
Way that I want to
Way
You sound like hardcore
You sound like new wave
You look like sea punk
Riding an indie wave
You sound like hardcore
You sound like new wave
You look like sea punk
Riding an indie wave
You sound like hardcore
You sound like new wave
You look like sea punk
Riding an indie wave
You sound like hardcore
You sound like new wave
You look like sea punk
Riding an indie wave
Oh, oh, oh-oh (you sound like)
Oh, oh, oh-oh (you sound like)
Oh, oh, oh-oh (you sound like)
Oh, oh, oh-oh (you sound like)