With knapsacks and pre bit-rate. Through lonely streets
that we would skate. We’re armed with only your mix
tapes. I know you said it yourself.
But that was way back in the day, before anyone got
paid. You hung on every word I said. I know you said it
yourself.
So won’t you say it to my face. The lies you made
yourself believe and everyday we slowly see. It’s not
me, It’s not me.
You know we’d rock this stage for free because it’s
where we want to be. We’re making music, it’s straight
lovely. I know you said it yourself.
But now every show’s routine. The verse, chorus, it’s
obscene. We’re moving t-shirts like disease. I know you
said it yourself.
So won’t you say it to my face. The lies you made
yourself believe and everyday we slowly see. It’s not
me, It’s not me!
The streetlights go on forever and ever and our
friendship has been torn and severed. I never thought
it could and I never thought it would.
So won’t you say it to my face. The lies you made
yourself believe and everyday we slowly see. It’s not
me, It’s not me.
So stumble home and stagger through the closing doors
of a wasted youth.
It’s plain to see. It’s not me.