I stole some money from my mom
To buy myself cheap cigarettes
And I'm feeling pretty good right now
But I know it's something I'll regret
Me a material guy with my eyes open wide
Gazing right at the problems but everything's fine
We are parallel lines in the post modern times
Where the president lies and no one gives a shit
Don't look now
Your eyes have been glued close
Take everything they're throwing at you
While everyone else knows
Don't look now
We're in over our head
And they will tell you it's okay
'Cause pretty soon we're gonna be dead
I hate the small town drama
And I love big city subway trains
But I don't wanna spend $5.50
To ride away from all this pain
Me a material lad
Everything is just rad
(If I tried to write a song it would sound so bad)
Too busy being sad
Can someone pay all my bills
Everything is getting so out of hand
Don't look now
Your eyes have been glued close
Take everything they're throwing at you
While everyone else knows
Don't look now
We're in over our head
And they will tell you it's okay
'Cause pretty soon we're gonna be dead
Don't look now
Your eyes have been glued close
Take everything they're throwing at you
While everyone else knows
Don't look now
We're in over our head
And they will tell you it's okay
'Cause pretty soon we're gonna be dead