1-Up

They say you're quitting and there's money somewhere else
They say you dropped the act to take care of yourself
So wipe off the makeup, take the chains off
Time to forget where you came from
Sell your soul to Satan and dress up like someone else

Then get a job, give up the chase, it's far past time to quit
Because money's far more important than stupid art bullshit
Well I know, I know, I know, I'm reckless
Know I'm greedy know I'm selfish
I don't care what happened to you, I'll have my cake and eat it too

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Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

So I'll smash my fingers strumming at a breakneck speed
And I'll play piano, fake some talent while they're still healing
When my knuckles start to bleed out on the keys as I play more
I'll think "wow, I am so edgy, what an awesome metaphor"

We pretend like it's so cool to be immobilized by pain
I'm so sorry that you like my songs because you can relate
I'm just singing cause I like to and it helps me to relax
But why the fuck would I want anybody to feel sad?

Cause it's not about the pain, it's about where the pain came from
And the fact that you're depressed means you know you were happy once
If you think that hope is hopeless hope that I can lend a hand
The reason you're alive is so that you can love again

Na-na-na-na na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

You fight with all your power and you fight with all your heart
But you fight with one another, so your dreams are torn apart
Wish that I could do more other than just give you this advice
You can have a different dream until the day you fucking die

I know that I am not perfect I know that nobody is
I know having flaws is human I know we're all full of sin
But I spent my life online wishing that I was someone else
And when your whole life is comparisons you'll start to hate yourself

I'm so sorry that I hurt you and that I can't make it up
I'm so sorry that you've run into a spell of real bad luck
I'm so sorry I'm a liar that I didn't fucking care
And I'm sorry to my mom that this song has so many swears

But I swear that you are good enough, you're good enough for you
You can hold your sword and fight through all the never-ending clues
While the war might last forever you gotta promise me you'll try
Because once this all is over you don't get an extra life

And I hope heaven is forever and that we all get to go
And it's just as cool as I thought it'd be when I was ten years old
And I hope I get to see you, catch up, and tell you the news
That everything worked out for me
And it worked out for you

Cause in heaven there's no music
There's no metal
There's no punk
Because we're all so happy
And now we don't need that stuff

And no, it doesn't make much sense
But I think in the end
I would rather be happy than to make sense
When I'm dead