Written by the Artist

Am I to blame to wanna take it back Back to the days when it all made sense Nevermind, What's it matter? We consume and replace Just a cloud in my mind- I grew in the wrong age At least that's how it seems 'Cause I miss disc-men, tapes, and full albums Written By The Artist, and music on MTV Oh fuck, I'm 23 with the goals of a child Feeling dumb deaf and blind Thinking I'd better swallow something more than just pride If I wanna succeed when all has changed but me As I reflect on how things used to be I can't help but feel like everyone else feels the same loss as me Nothing new seems to spark quite like how it used to Out of date, here I sit, cynical, yet confused Will it ever be the same? 'Cause I miss disc-men, tapes, and full albums Written By The Artist, and music on MTV Oh fuck, I'm 23 with the goals of a child Feeling dumb deaf and blind Thinking I'd better swallow something more than just pride If I wanna succeed when all has changed but me Yeah all has changed but Me Woah! Yeah I miss disc-men, tapes, and full albums Written By The Artist, and music on MTV There's way too many 'me's' Hanging on to a dream, trading truth for a dare Scrounging to make it by- more like a nightmare Will we wake from this coma, will we all have a taste? Were we doomed from the start? Is it all just a waste? I have grown, I have seen soldiers leave- people change There's a beam in the tunnel- it says 'I'm not the same!' And I can care less if I succeed 'Cause all has changed has but me! Woah!