Angel wings painted on walls
They wouldn’t exist otherwise
I’m bored of always wanting more
But not much else happens around here
Chasing paper to afford the opportunity
To take aesthetic photos in front of waterfalls
Three cheers for youth, ownership, and off-key symphonies
Tired of the small talk traced back to small minds
Rumors preferred over truth
Since you don’t have to hide what’s out in the open
We got everything we wanted and it wasn’t even worth it!
Look at how happy we are!
Walk of fame or walk of shame?
It doesn’t matter what you choose
Everything comes with a price anyway
If parties are fun, why is it so easy
To feel like you’re having fun wrong?
That’s no fun
Buzzkill or be killed
Grinding until we’re in the ground
Sometimes, sooner than later
What is it all for?
What does it all mean?
Deeply fearful of misplacing the last bit of innocence in me