Coffee's cold sitting on my windowsill
These icy lungs filling up with smoke
Flannel jacket up against the door
Looking for a reason to stay some more
Tigers eye wrapped around my wrist
Slowly sinking in the quicksand nipping at my shoes
This eternal bruise
It goes on
And on
Cause all we talk about is money and our jobs
It's funny how we slip so far back
When we dreamed of being something
It's a far cry from where we're going
Now we daydream all those memories of signing payments
Now we're signing away our souls
And I don't know what we've become
But we're so young
Another week, another paycheck to my name
Can't be present, too tired to stay awake
Everything's become a numbers game
And I'm sick of everybody shutting down the things I have to say
Holding my head up with all that I have
But these cracks, they just won't disappear
Can't complain, it's irrelevant
It comes off like I'm trying to be the centre of it all
Cause all we talk about is money and our jobs
It's funny how we slip so far back
When we dreamed of being something
It's a far cry from where we're going
Now we daydream all those memories of signing payments
Now we're signing away our souls
And I don't know what we've become
We're so young
The summers are going dim
Do we know what's happening
I guess we're afraid of getting old
All that we've known has become cold
Cause all we talk about is money and our jobs
It's funny how we slip so far back
When we dreamed of being something
It's a far cry from where we're going
Now we daydream all those memories of signing payments
Now we're signing away our souls
And I don't know what we've become
We're so young
We're so young