stillmank

I’m tired of losing myself
To some stupid childhood dream of what I could have been
Money proves the point
And I’m stuck between summer holidays and punk routine
I shoot off a hundred things to remain more sorry than safe, you see
I only get this fucking chance once and I just can’t let it be

And I’m still certain that what motivates me Is more rewarding than any piece of paper could be
Well adjusted and corrupt
All those icons that stole our teenage lust
A scenario of simplicity
A scenario of you and me
A scenario of simplicity
A scenario of you and me

Rather be forgotten than remembered for giving in