Mawce

(Alright, one, two, three, four) Everything's coming up roses Everything's coming to a bitter, bitter end I'm searching for the problem, and I'm looking for a positive Maybe I'll see a few old friends With more faith in God, I would tell you that this was the rapture And we've been left behind Oh, why are we so young with tired, sunken, baggy eyes? So I'll give myself a name, something stupid and pretentious Like Mawce spelled with a C And I'll hope all the cool kids who graduated But stay judgmental will finally accept me And I might be flying home today, but I'm not going home 'Cause everything I thought I knew has proven to be wrong And I'm desperate to the point of flying straight into The overdrinking nights that leave you feeling torn I'm leaving, I'm leaving for New York Step off the plane, hop into the sedan I return to the house, not a kid, not a man Screaming, "Everyone hear it for the 845" Where complacency rules, and the kids only die If they stray from the mark, if they keep themselves clean And they tore down the park, now I'm stuck in my dreams And I might be flying home today, but I'm not going home 'Cause everything I thought I knew has proven to be wrong And I'm desperate to the point of flying straight into The overdrinking nights that leave you feeling torn I'm leaving, I'm leaving for New York An orange and yellow armada of delivery trucks is all I can see From the window of this Uber I'm reminded that the world won't stop for me But no one ever really stops to think I might be flying home today, but I'm not going home 'Cause everything I thought I knew has proven to be wrong And I'm desperate to the point of flying straight into The overdrinking nights that leave you feeling torn I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I'm leaving for New York I'm leaving for New York I'm leaving for New York