A Penny for Old Nate

Man you should listen some Cursive cuz
"We all know art is hard
When we don't know who we are"
And we're standing on a stage.
So now you got your number ones even though you
Know "Be Calm"
Was a far much more amazing song.

Perhaps I aim and miss, perhaps you're counterfeit,
But you know what makes you different is you sing with knees and guts,
I'm not trying to be snide, and you defs have every right,
To tie this round a stone, and aim, ignite.

What do you stand for?
I think that you should know.
And if you lost yourself well maybe you should
Quit the road.
You've got just this one life man,
And f* it, they're just fans,
They don't need you, they don't love you,
They're just looking for a trip.

What's left to lose?
You'd done enough so long ago.
Now what--you still trying--to prove?
Out the desert to that river
Self-fulfilling prophecy, chasing off your friends and you
Say it's all alright, then why you yellin bout it?
Seems you never made your way out to the sun.

Round and round the prickly pear
You're looking death right in the eye
Looking at the stars, but far too daft to pray,
Far too proud to try to heal and change.
And all your petty sins, yelling them out on the stage,
You know that you become the things you sing.

Accusations for a God
Because some prick says things ya don't like
Falling for the lie
That there are only two here sides,
Like we're all just
Saints and sinners lined up on both sides of the bar.
Man, it's time to grow up
And deal with stars out on your own,
Glendale's the burbs, you gotta get out to the rim.
Get a mirror and some fresh air,
You know, we're living in the sky.
Go pick a barfight with the devil or the Lord.

And as for your friends, well,
I don't know what they did,
But singing out this shit,
Ain't changing anything.
Got problems with the system,
Well, go get political,
Instead of singing bout one night stands
Like that makes your poetry better.
When you know, you know you know that's just what sells.
Yeah, you've been there now.
No heart, bright lights, I hope you don't lose your eyes.
If you really want to change well that's something that
You gotta choose yourself.
Or just grab another cigarette, some booze,
And sing about regrets until black carriage.

What do you stand for?
I think that you know.
Dollar bills and one-night thrills, regrets--
Pop music written well.
What's left to lose?
You've done enough so long ago,
You're always drowning out the desert of the soul.
Always losing control, in hopes that lets you off the hook.

What do you stand for?
I think you should know.
What do you stand for?
I think that you know.
What do you stand for?
I think that you know.