Mawce

(Alright, one, two, three, four)

Everything's coming up roses

Everything's coming to a bitter, bitter end

I'm searching for the problem and I'm looking for a positive

Maybe I'll see a few old friends

With more faith in God, I would tell you that

This was the rapture and we've been left behind

Oh, why are we so young with tired, sunken, baggy eyes?

So I'll give myself a name

Something stupid and pretentious like mawce spelled with a C

And I'll hope all the cool kids who graduated

But stayed judgemental will finally accept me

And I might be flying home today, but I'm not going home

'Cause everything I thought I knew has proven to be wrong

And I'm desperate to the point of flying

Straight into the over-drinking nights that leave you feeling torn

I'm leaving, I'm leaving

I'm leaving for New York

Step off the plane

Hop into the sedan

I return to the house, not a kid, not a man

Screaming: Everyone hear it for the eighty-four five

Where complacency rules

And the kids only die

If they stray from the mark

If they keep themselves clean

And they tore down the park

Now I'm stuck in my dreams

And I might be flying home today, but I'm not going home

'Cause everything I thought I knew has proven to be wrong

And I'm desperate to the point of flying

Straight into the over-drinking nights that leave you feeling torn

I'm leaving, I'm leaving, for New York

An orange and yellow armada of delivery trucks

Is all I can see from the window of this uber

I'm reminded that the world won't stop for me

But no one ever really stops to think

I might be flying home today, but I'm not going home

Cause everything I thought I knew has proven to be wrong

And I'm desperate to the point of flying

Straight into the over-drinking nights that leave you feeling torn

I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I'm leaving for New York

I'm leaving for New York

I'm leaving for New York