Weird Ending Explained, Pt. 2

I'm so tired, send me back to my slumber

It's so cold, can't believe this is summer

Guess all the old stuff just isn't for me

Make some money, time for new technology

Guess I feel more like an adult right now

'Cause I've started to like not going out

And I should say that I feel it appears

That this band might not be playing in a year

I can't help but feeling lame

Trying my best to watch Citizen Kane

While everybody praises every frame

Now I feel dumb watching weird ending explained

Philosophers study subtle parts

In the end, it's just to feel smart

I don't want you to take it to heart

But just because it's French doesn't mean that it's high art

Feeling weirder

Seeing clearer

Bones are aching

Hairs are graying

People calling, screaming, singing

That they love you, still, it seems that

People calling, bands are marching

Pens are writing, dogs are barking

Now it's just getting harder

To try to get it through your skull

Sounding out your vowels and consonants

Barely make out compound sentences

George never played the upright bass

Was just a line to fill out space

With impersonal, infactual anecdotal witty quips

I'm tired of that lip, you selfish little kid

Always come and ruin someone's day

Move everything slightly out of place

It's all this little game life plays

To make the game not worth playing

'Cause the game is rigged, dealer's taking pills, hey, this table's on a tilt

I guess that's just the thrill, like a porcupine, there's quills

You've signed your life away

To rock and roll and Chevrolet

Broken hearted kids don't party like their parents did

Broken hearted kids don't party like their parents did

My mistake

I thought you were someone I knew when I was young

You haven't aged a day

And now I'm feeling strange, like "What have I become?"

And like a favorite song

I play the memories in my head, looping all day long

Just when you feel stuck

Returning melodies coming back from older songs

Tryna stay golden's getting harder than it looks every day

Being copacetic doesn't feel like the right play

Don't be so dramatic, just give in and let them take it away

Giving you my everything so you can have a nice stay

How can everyday feel like a 100,000 mile race?

Think I should consider that I've just been running in place

Feel so pathetic while I'm sitting here whittling away

Everybody else is landing jobs and writing essays

Tryna stay golden's getting harder than it looks every day

Being copacetic doesn't feel like the right play

Don't be so dramatic, just give in and let them take it away

Giving you my everything so you can have a nice stay

How can everyday feel like a 100,000 mile race?

Think I should consider that I've just been running in place

Feel so pathetic while I'm sitting here whittling away

Everybody else is landing jobs and writing essays

Think I'll stay golden, so that, at least, I feel like I'm still sane

Hanging out and eating chips and blasting records all day

Write a bunch of songs and play them with my best friends at your dismay

'Least I'm having fun instead of doing it the right way