Boy Rex Master Plan
I'm somewhere in Delaware
At a punk-rock potluck
Playing in the back yard
And nobody'll shut up
I just want to leave
So I play faster
Yeah, I've got a master plan:
It won't sell the merch
But it'll get me out of here
If the night doesn't kill me first-
Skin pocked-full of bites (whoa), my last words “I'm fine”
I'm somewhere in Delaware
On the beach and the surf's rough
The show'll be good
I'm playing in a shed the kids call Heads Up
Then I get to leave, avoid disaster
Yeah, I've got a master plan:
I'll sell all the merch
Then thank everyone for reminding me my worth-
The past projected back like a technicolor dream
Then I slip in to the dark
A twelve-hour drive to end this right
In the rear-view mirror the crowd waves goodbye
[Bridge]
How many ways can I say the same thing?
It's up
Down
Up
Down
It's peaks and it's valleys
How many ways can I say the same thing?
It's up
Down
Up
Down
It's peaks and it's valleys
