Anyways

Somewhere outside I can hear the sound of my neighbor's Tourette's

I wish he could calm down

And I just got home from buying magazines full of bands that I can't stand

And everybody I know is a critic these days

And everyone else is going through a phase of living vicariously

Through these lyrics from assholes who never even got it anyway

I represent my city but not my scene

I consider myself a part of nothing

But these four chords and a reason to live

Are about all that I could ever have to give

And who ever said that I had something to say?

And I've been spending all of my time this way, and I feel okay

You just say anyway

I found my way home because I was bored

And I sat outside in my car as it poured

And I listened to songs that when I was young

Created this world I still think I'm from

And everybody I know is an artist these days

Everybody you know is an artist these days

And everyone I know, they all seem afraid

Well, I'm not an artist

And who ever said that I had something to say?

And I've been spending all of my time this way, and I feel okay

You just say anyway

And all these things I hate, I just write them down

And all the people I hate, it's why I don't come around

And I've been trying these days to fill that empty space

I've realized it won't go away

And all these people I love, I want to write them down

And send a message that says, "I'm so glad you're around"

I fell away for some time

I thought I lost it

I started to lose hope, but then I found it in the least likely places

Where these losses kind of make us

And this noise, it can replace us, but it keeps me coming back

I was searching for an ending, but I found a new beginning

And it might not be perfect, but it keeps me coming back