Mixtapes 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
