Figuring It Out - SWMRS

Pop rocks and cherry cola

It gets colder when you’re gone

We’re all getting drunk now

Jamie flunked out, pants undone

Internet scams and waist coats

We’re just scapegoats, all too dumb

Body paint in day-glo where do trends go when you’re numb?

When everybody wants to be somebody

They all care

And everybody wants to know themselves

We’re too scared, we’re still figuring it out

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

We’re still figuring it out

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Made for mass production

Is it art when you want more

Was I made to function, or create, or just get bored

High school conversations, graduation, «What's in store?»

A 5 year plans, invasions

Wasn’t your invitation burned?

When everybody wants to be somebody

They all care

And everybody wants to know themselves

We’re too scared, we’re still figuring it out

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

We’re still figuring it out

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Alright

Manic Monday, when you lose the ground beneath us

Tear gas Tuesday, I think I found Jesus

Wake and bake on Wednesday with a rosary and incense

Thirsty Thursday, I’ll drink away my demons

On Friday (Friday), Saturday (Saturday)

Lose ourselves on Sunday because

Everybody wants to be somebody

They all care

And everybody wants to know themselves

We’re too scared, we’re still figuring it out!

We’re still figuring it out

We’re still figuring it out

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

I’m still figuring it out

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

I’m still figuring it out

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

I’m still figuring it out

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

I’m still figuring it out

Out