Well who’d have thought we could encase a life so small?
It’s not quite art but it’s close enough
At least I’ll know when I hear it

But what happened to the Upsides?
Those patronizing kind of lines that still ring true
And if nostalgia is the enemy, I’ll swallow every sour note
Drink it all down they said “We’ll see you motherfuckers in…”

There’s nothing to criticize in this, but there’s something to prove
You wanted nothing to break your stance, but it’s breaking you
At least I can sympathize
We’ll commiserate and keep things right on track

So with nostalgia to sell we’ll see you motherfuckers in hell

I don’t expect to escape these thoughts, we oughta keep things honest
You wanna think for yourself (so please just shut me off, spin one up and play it out)
I can’t expect you to suffer my minimization of obvious truths for Comfort (so can we just)

Consider a compromise in this, and though I still have a lot to say
I’ll keep it cool singing loud round town on the freeway
So when the cold heart bends then we can recognize
Commiserate and take things right off track

And I swear we’re healing for ourselves
So frame me through that lens and we’ll take things right off track
(So please just shut me off, spin one up and play it out)

(I don’t intend to erase these thoughts and if we’re being honest you oughta speak for yourself)
And I swear we’re healing for ourselves so frame me through that lens
We can keep things right off track
(Please just cut me off, turn it up and play it out)

And I swear we can claim this for ourselves and
Share it with our friends
We’ll make this right again
(But I may expect you to suffer my examination of terrible truths for a good time)

A harder admission
You can’t ignore the plain intention
But I’ve been low enough to fear it, so
Don’t wait for me, don’t wait for me
Give your answer when I trace it all back through in your steps