We’re locked in step at 2 A.M.,
our watches fade to silhouettes.
We’re time and trial,
we tick the same.

We’re sound and silence in our heads,
we’re taking Psych stoned on the bed.
These violent hours,
awake instead.

The cooler kids don’t give a shit,
they only care for carelessness.
They’re only style,
no substance.

We’re different cause we’ve stayed the same,
our Lucky Strikes held strong by tape.
We’re happy tired,
still smoldering.

Chorus:

You got me smiling everyday
I’m not so worried
I’m ok with being lame.

Verse 2:

Careless and young in the backs of cars,
quickly the 50’s under the stars.
I’m not so worried all the time,
we’re born so early in our minds.

We’re punks in a bunk bed for awhile
with small catalogues screming ’95.
I think I’s turning 7 then,
I think I thought I’d meet you when…

Crosslegged down in the basement
sorting records with Hector and some other kids.
We’re sifting 60’s groovin’ slow,

we’re bobbing heads I think we know…

Now we’re 22 and it’s 2010
at last act our age and holdin’ hands
we’re moving forward all the time,
we’re born this moment in our minds.

[Chorus]