Dancing Through The Mental Breakdown

Wait, alright, yeah

You had a mental breakdown
When the waiter brought you something you didn't order

I took that as the final indication
That you need to leave New York
(Get the fuck outta here)
City rent had sucked you dry
So you sublet your self-worth
Just to survive

We think poetry's pretentious
Yet we scribble down our lyrics
And think it's so different 'cause we sing 'em
I don't know

So, don't say you wanna move to Berlin
When you never heard Autobahn
Front to back
Don't tell me that you wanna go home
When you've hated your hometown since high school

And don't tell me that you wanna dance
When you know damn well
You got two left feet, baby
Oh, shake your ass
You don't need feet for that

I said, "Shake your ass" (yeah)
Before you have another panic attack
I said, "Shake your ass"
I know you wanna, but you can't look back

I had a mental breakdown
At the shoe gaze show at Space Camp
You said, "Keep drinking"
(Well, alright)
Her profile said, "She's a Communist"
Upon asking her in person
She had nothing to say, nothing to say, nothing to say about it

Fenders lack distortion
As she quotes the manifesto
And suddenly Docs just aren't punk anymore (got it)
A few drinks in
She's playing us her album off her SoundCloud
And says, "It's 'bout the system"
(Well, the revolution's gotta start somewhere, right?)

They said, "Don't say you wanna move to Detroit
You never heard "Fantastic Volume 2" (go ladies)
Don't call yourself a rock 'n' roll
When all you sing about is bookstores and pretty girls
And don't argue with folks at the club
When all you do is recite what you read on the 'Gram, baby
Oh, shake your ass
Ain't no app for that

I said, "Shake your ass", woah
TikTok goes crazy for that
I said, "Shake your ass"
I know you wanna, but you can't look back, aw

That's right

Oh, yeah (oh, shit)