1994

There's no other story but this It's always something The hand forcing sticks into its spokes Sleeping for a day or sleep for five minutes But only for a day or two if you're lucky See, I sold my board for 20 bucks 'Cause I didn't wanna break my arm Save the strings and now it's like Angry songs make me feel worse Happy songs make me feel like a liar, ah I'm a '90s kid, ah Ah, I'm from the sounds of hollow walls and steep secondhand steps From below the stairs Hovering above the brick stages Plastic sheets don't keep out the cold It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts I swear to God it hurts If it comes worse for worse I got a million in the stack and always one in the cavity Ah, I think I'm witnessing the end of the world And I like it