New Cool - Young Jesus

We’re locked in step at 2 A.M.,

Our watches fade to silhouettes

We’re time and trial

We tick the same

We’re sound and silence in our heads

We’re taking Psych stoned on the bed

These violent hours

Awake instead

The cooler kids don’t give a shit

They only care for carelessness

They’re only style

No substance

We’re different cause we’ve stayed the same

Our Lucky Strikes held strong by tape

We’re happy tired

Still smoldering

You got me smiling everyday

I’m not so worried

I’m ok with being lame

Careless and young in the backs of cars

Quickly the 50's under the stars

I’m not so worried all the time

We’re born so early in our minds

We’re punks in a bunk bed for awhile

With small catalogues screming '95

I think I’s turning 7 then

I think I thought I’d meet you when…

Crosslegged down in the basement

Sorting records with Hector and some other kids

We’re sifting 60's groovin' slow

We’re bobbing heads I think we know…

Now we’re 22 and it’s 2010

At last act our age and holdin' hands

We’re moving forward all the time

We’re born this moment in our minds