Tuned in
The season's changing
The moons are falling
The people are waving their lovers goodbye
Vocations are calling
My brothers are moving
They're packing their bags to seize their opportunities
They're tuned in and they're asking me to join them
This is my chance to find steady good employment
But I can't go
I've nailed myself onto this timber 'cause I'm tired and I'm bitter
I chose it
Went from customer service to the god-damned furnace and I
Have nothing to show for it
I don't know what I'm doing; I don't know where I'm going with this
Hold me
But she's onto more-important things
The money is flowing quite lucratively
The worry is going away
The pictures of beaches and luxury cars are beckoning me every day
My homies cashed in
They look free from disappointment and I am proud of them
I hope they always enjoy it
But I won't know
I've hung myself upon this tree because the world makes me unhappy
I chose it
Went from customer service to the god-damned furnace and I
Have nothing to show for it
I don't know what I'm doing; I don't know where I'm going with this
Hold me
But she's onto more-important things
They all gave in, and who am I to blame them?
As for me, I choose this, though I can hardly take it
And I can't go
I've nailed myself onto this timber 'cause I'm tired and I'm bitter
My shows tonight
So here's an invitation to an act of desperation
Where all my hope is
But I'm so damn nervous, I forgot the fucking purpose
Hold me
But she's onto more-important things
She's onto more-important things
The moons are falling
The people are waving their lovers goodbye
Vocations are calling
My brothers are moving
They're packing their bags to seize their opportunities
They're tuned in and they're asking me to join them
This is my chance to find steady good employment
But I can't go
I've nailed myself onto this timber 'cause I'm tired and I'm bitter
I chose it
Went from customer service to the god-damned furnace and I
Have nothing to show for it
I don't know what I'm doing; I don't know where I'm going with this
Hold me
But she's onto more-important things
The money is flowing quite lucratively
The worry is going away
The pictures of beaches and luxury cars are beckoning me every day
My homies cashed in
They look free from disappointment and I am proud of them
I hope they always enjoy it
But I won't know
I've hung myself upon this tree because the world makes me unhappy
I chose it
Went from customer service to the god-damned furnace and I
Have nothing to show for it
I don't know what I'm doing; I don't know where I'm going with this
Hold me
But she's onto more-important things
They all gave in, and who am I to blame them?
As for me, I choose this, though I can hardly take it
And I can't go
I've nailed myself onto this timber 'cause I'm tired and I'm bitter
My shows tonight
So here's an invitation to an act of desperation
Where all my hope is
But I'm so damn nervous, I forgot the fucking purpose
Hold me
But she's onto more-important things
She's onto more-important things
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Writer(s): Lukas Bartke
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