500
Dinosaur Jr. ain't got anything on me
Except everything they ever wrote
Unlike them I can't play guitar
So I'm screaming it from my throat
There's not much left in my generation
But the sand in our eyes
And the burning sensation
Of the sharpness of the lies
It's 4:03 in the morning
And I'm looking for a sign
Of whether or not I should fall asleep
Or even stay alive
Because my voice isn't heard
When everyones around
Your loudest message still gets
Drowned out by the crowd
They said
We're not here to help you
Just to stab you in the back
Your words sound like trash
And it's making us attack
So tell me what's the point
In saying who is wrong
No matter who you vote for
They'll sing that same old song
Smoking on a porch step in Newport
Opened a brand new pack
Said that Beyoncé is full of it
And I got my dumb ass
Slapped
