Indie rock is full of privileged white kids
I know because I'm one of them
Who else has the luxury to gaze backwards?
I went out on the road with my girlfriend
I watched to have the career most people dream
It doesn't sound so bad but for breakfast on the terrace
Young men wearing glasses and sweaters
But it's exhausting up here on the surface
I spent a lot of time wonderin' what I should be doing
Success is a slippery eel that keeps on moving
It's got nothin' to do with making music
It's got nothin' to do with making music
Most critics are pussies who want to look cool
Those who can they do, those who can't review
What's happenin' today is forgotten tomorrow
All that you got is your joy and your sorrow
I don't mean to sound bitter when I say
Life is the great life that no one can escape
Failure and sadness breaks us open and connects us
If not in this life than the next one