Lyrics: Dear Landlord. Dream Homes. Three To The Beach.

Not tonight, don't make that awful sound
it's dragging me farther down
taking out all the fight, holding me to the ground
making my enemies proud and what gives you the right

we're not the hopeless, we're not as fucked as you think
in short lived moments we can do anything
the fucking joke is, we're winning when you blink
in short lived moments lousy with victory

we're both sort of right
I don't have much to show, I'll die penniless alone
I'll do what I like and you'll do what you know
never hungry, broke or cold
it's the weight of things I suppose
it's really just the passing of these days
that's gonna leave us all set in our ways
we don't have to take that lying down
I'd be lying if I didn't say
that it's been getting harder to relate
and keep myself from drowning in the crowd
and I still believe that

we're not the hopeless, we're not as fucked as you think
in short lived moments we can do anything
the fucking joke is, we're winning when you blink
in short lived moments lousy with victory