The Deadline

Talking less discreetly, and it's all so much faster now I could use something to slow me down, keep me on the ground The drummer's name is Edward, but we all call him Eddy Dean That's Charlie on the vocals, he always gets too drunk and leaves That's Franklin on the rhythm, and Sheila's kicking ass on lead They're the best band north of Chicago, and they're playing songs for you and me Is there more? Are you bored? What are you waiting for? The life you store in polaroids? If we suffer right, we'll be alright Is there more? Are you bored? What are you waiting for? The life you store in polaroids? If we suffer right, we'll be alright A broken state, I call shots on my fate The clock ticks towards the deadline of all that's great This life I've made, it's a messy weight But all the ticks blow through all my positive traits And if there's really nothing to worry about then maybe maybe Breakthroughs always just mean that I'll spend more time waiting waiting It's all gonna come up fine I guarantee you baby Manifest your destiny or get a well paid job waiting. When you look through me, who are you trying to see? You can't change my mind, frail eyes won't subside Is there more? Are you bored? What are you waiting for? The life you store in polaroids? If we suffer right, we'll be alright Is there more? Are you bored? What are you waiting for? The life you store in polaroids? If we suffer right, we'll be alright Lavish chasse, closing on adagio Footwork matching your hearts tempo An empty room, perform jete from off the roof It shatters me, does it shatter you too Is there more? Are you bored? What are you waiting for? The life you store in polaroids? If we suffer right, we'll be alright Is there more? Are you bored? What are you waiting for? The life you store in polaroids? If we suffer right, we'll be alright Is there more? Are you bored? What are you waiting for? The life you store in polaroids? If we suffer right, we'll be alright