We're gonna like it here
We're gonna do what we can
What's the matter with you?
My dear you're cool
Could never see what you
Could ever see in these
Stormy balcony views
Aren't cool
It's true
And we'll scream
Cause it's what they want to hear
What we'll scream:
Screen teens!
Could never drink as much gasoline
And eat machine guns they've seen
Not like you could

If i get fed up
I'll shame reality
For doubting you
You can't doubt what you do
Or the birds break up
Formation-less
Conforms you to the rest
Crashed cars and broken chests
Won't open up
And see the charm in you
An empty cup
And all i want is you
To trust me
If it's all you really own
Then it's all you own
But what you've got to show
Is more than you'll ever know
Heads held high
Even if you didn't have an audience
Oh no Lacking confidence
Oh no audience turbulence