Yearbook

You’re telling me to back down, go home, find another way out
But I know that is not what it’s really about
This town smoked out, got your head in the clouds
Something’s got me feeling like we’re all going down

You wouldn’t like it if I was just like you
I don’t even like me and I’m nothing like you
I can’t just pretend
That this is time well spent

I try to sleep the day away and say I’m too busy for everything
And everyone ‘cause I’m no fun
Rather play roulette with a loaded gun

This is the town that stole my heart
This is the town that ripped it apart
These are the friends I won’t forget
Even if they treat me like shit

You’re telling me to back down, go home, find another way out
But I know that is not what it’s really about
This town smoked out, got your head in the clouds
Something’s got me feeling like we’re all going down

You wouldn’t like it if I was just like you
I don’t even like me and I’m nothing like you
I can’t just pretend
That this is time well spent

Lights on, exposure burns
Manipulated, by now I’ve learned
Your words mean dirt
Trading blows and now you’ll feel the hurt

Tough luck, now you fucked up, put your hands up
Shoot low, that’s a low blow, time to let go
Tough luck, now you fucked up, call it tough love
Put your hands up, let’s go

Tough luck, now you fucked up, put your hands up
Shoot low, that’s a low blow, time to let go
Tough luck, now you fucked up, call it tough love
Put your hands up, let’s go

Can’t bite the hand that feeds
When it beats out all your teeth
Can’t bite the hand that feeds
When it beats out your teeth
Can’t bite the hand that feeds
When it beats out all your teeth
Can’t bite the hand that feeds
When it beats out your teeth