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Though you might think you're cute
It's not so giggly, when you prance around acting like you're a somebody
Growing up in this good for nothing town
Saying "I'm gonna make, I'll get out"
Well good luck, when all you'll ever be
Is just a dreamer, stop convincing me
Otherwise, with actions you hold with dignity
Like dropping out of college cause its quote unquote
Getting the best of me
Free from the life that will be our demise
Like searching around for some real occupation cause you say well
"I've got connections man"
I'll search long, I'll search long and hard for you
But you'll just be at home
Face -First in a bowl and I'll say
"Well, where did he go?"
Working back-room at Staples just for the extra money
Cause you already live off your parents and your friends weed
Living each day by some new decree
"Well if I just wait around things will surely come to me!"
Might as well just throw away your dreams and aspirations
Cause truth be told they wont just fall in your lap
Now I'm not saying I want you out of my life
But I'll go grab your coat and hat
Free from the life that will be our demise
Like searching around for some real occupation cause you say well
"I've got connections man"
I'll search long, I'll search long and hard for you
But you'll just be at home
Face -First in a bowl and I'll say
"Well, where did he go?"
I've been tryna think of ways to say this without spraying it
But I can't cause I'm up in your face
Talking to you
Searching around for answers and clues
Of why you have nothing to do
Free from the life that will be our demise
Like searching around for some real occupation cause you say well
"I've got connections man"
I'll search long, I'll search long and hard for you
But you'll just be at home
Face -First in a bowl and I'll say
"Well, where did he go?"
Let the shotgun shells of your parents graduating class, light up your eyes
( Free from the life that will be our demise
Like searching around for some real occupation cause you say well
"I've got connections man"
I'll search long, I'll search long and hard for you
But you'll just be at home
Face -First in a bowl and I'll say
"Well, where did he go?")
Now don't call me cute
And don't call me giggly
Cause I'm getting the f**k outta here, you'll all see
I'm actually running around chasing my dreams
You won't say "Where did he go?" about me
It's not so giggly, when you prance around acting like you're a somebody
Growing up in this good for nothing town
Saying "I'm gonna make, I'll get out"
Well good luck, when all you'll ever be
Is just a dreamer, stop convincing me
Otherwise, with actions you hold with dignity
Like dropping out of college cause its quote unquote
Getting the best of me
Free from the life that will be our demise
Like searching around for some real occupation cause you say well
"I've got connections man"
I'll search long, I'll search long and hard for you
But you'll just be at home
Face -First in a bowl and I'll say
"Well, where did he go?"
Working back-room at Staples just for the extra money
Cause you already live off your parents and your friends weed
Living each day by some new decree
"Well if I just wait around things will surely come to me!"
Might as well just throw away your dreams and aspirations
Cause truth be told they wont just fall in your lap
Now I'm not saying I want you out of my life
But I'll go grab your coat and hat
Free from the life that will be our demise
Like searching around for some real occupation cause you say well
"I've got connections man"
I'll search long, I'll search long and hard for you
But you'll just be at home
Face -First in a bowl and I'll say
"Well, where did he go?"
I've been tryna think of ways to say this without spraying it
But I can't cause I'm up in your face
Talking to you
Searching around for answers and clues
Of why you have nothing to do
Free from the life that will be our demise
Like searching around for some real occupation cause you say well
"I've got connections man"
I'll search long, I'll search long and hard for you
But you'll just be at home
Face -First in a bowl and I'll say
"Well, where did he go?"
Let the shotgun shells of your parents graduating class, light up your eyes
( Free from the life that will be our demise
Like searching around for some real occupation cause you say well
"I've got connections man"
I'll search long, I'll search long and hard for you
But you'll just be at home
Face -First in a bowl and I'll say
"Well, where did he go?")
Now don't call me cute
And don't call me giggly
Cause I'm getting the f**k outta here, you'll all see
I'm actually running around chasing my dreams
You won't say "Where did he go?" about me
Lyrics submitted by Aragorn224
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So this song is pretty self-explanitory, but I do believe it sets such a meaningful tone for this EP and the time Brendan and Jake were at in their lives when writing this. Casket essentially sums up what it is like to be a young adult, in a world where everyone around you lacks the motivation to do something 'meaningful' with their lives. However, interestingly Casket explores what it means for something to be 'meaningful', which I personally appreciate. Most of these acquaintances talked about in the song seem to have powerful 'connections' to a world bigger than themselves but Modern Baseball truly evaluates, in the same witty, sarcastic way they always do, how waiting around for opportunities to 'fall in your lap' will not get you far at all. Casket values hard work and go-getters, not high school graduates who said they would do something great with their lives and instead are residents in their parents' basements, smoking weed and picking up odd retail shifts here and there to cover the expenses. Casket speaks to the risk-taking explorers among us, those who are not scared of failure or making bold choices. Overall the true touch that makes this song unique is the contrast made between dreams and reality; Casket is angry at the 'dreamers' of society for not taking initiative, idolising events like the firing of shotguns at your parent's graduation. Blah, right? However, truly ironic is that Modern Baseball themselves must have been dreamers at one stage in their lives, so I guess what they're trying to convey is that dreams are a good foundation, but we need to build from there ourselves, not relying on fate and destiny to fall our way. And finally, the last verse, to me, is a summing up of all the rage and aggression felt towards those that doubt people 'chasing their dreams'. Modern Baseball clearly have a need to be remembered, but as Casket rightfully conveys: Don't we all?