i'm so sick of the words that come out of me
they’re all the same
and u don’t either wanna hear what I’ve got to say
all the shit that floats and grips
to the power at the top
they’re gonna rob us
one way or another
of our words
please can u hear me
playing at summer
got caught in the rain
ready to make bad dad jokes again
but these ones are different
& so are our friends
pretending to feel ok about unchanging things
like we know who we are
& the things we achieve
we know who we are
& the things we achieve
ive got a fear that sets off my teeth
that we aren’t long for this world
but the worst fear of them all
is that we are
look i can’t commit to no more calls
all their voices
ring the same
and just because u think im different
don’t mean ive changed
please can u hear me
playing at summer
got caught in the rain
ready to make bad dad jokes again
but these ones are different
& so are our friends
pretending to feel ok about unchanging things
like we know who we are
& the things we achieve
we know who we are
& the things we achieve
lined up like report cards
the words u hid behind at school
did u learn them too?
set my grief in fridge art
2 a degree i agree we’re fucked
(do u hear me)
we’re not the things we achieve
(but) we’re not just the things we achieve