The Little

You’re on a roll
It’s enough to make me sick
It’s not just the bitter talking out of me
I know I’m older now and I should stay away
But you’re shilling boy band rock
While telling fans your album’s “kinda like Green Day”
It’s enough to make me want to puke and run away
You lack the heart to capture mine
God, I hate the music that you make
I’ll create my own damn symphony
Forget about pollution that you make
Hold the little that I love ever so close to me
I guess it’s true
You’re just an ordinary Joe
Whose self-denial is enough to set you free
It never was the way the music made you feel enough to give
More like, “what the fuck can music give to me?”
It’s enough to make you want to scream and run away
You lack the heart to capture mine
God, I hate the music that you make
I’ll create my own damn symphony
Forget about pollution that you make
Hold the little that I love ever so close to me
I guess it’s true
You’re just a nihilist
Whose broken moral compass led you here
You lack the heart to capture mine
God, I hate the music that you make
I’ll create my own damn symphony
Forget about pollution that you make
Hold the little that I love ever so close to me
But I guess it’s true
You’re just a masochist
Whose broken moral compass kept you home