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 judgemental
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 eight-four five."
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