Snobby kids are suffering
They start a song and start stumbling
It's all pretend, it's all pretend
Oh they've got nowhere to tend
Ya they're up around the bend
Foggy rooms with the luminesce
Chromatic moods make the minds possess
They wanna earn, they wait their turn
To squash eternity
Latch onto the key
Little trap, I'll stumble in
So many marks down on my shins
They got to know, they got to know
I'm probably their enemy
Too may songs, make the biggest dent
Behind the wheel is the tournament
The rent is due, who paid for you
Who lives this life you drew
Why do you want to sing the blues
Their missing out that soul train
They miss the way it grooves
They're trying to be their own tree
They need to grow their roots
Cursed kids always rambling
They got some words and can play the strings
It jumped the gun, its overdone, its never fun until you've come undone
Trying to be like Stoney
I'm paranoid its true
I'm growing on my own rings
But roots keep falling out under me
They always fall out under me
Too many songs to not agree