Lyrics

Spent some time at the arcade Watching kids lose their cool I wear a mask when I sleep I'm feeling up when I'm down I'm terrified of my dreams We're terrified of the sound Of the diary scenester kids In the back of the club with instruments and gin I've got that antarctic stare When the music hits the airwaves All this honesty is honestly killing me Cause I honestly don't believe it But the bastards will get you down Get you feeling like you're up when you're upside-down You're so down