When we were young we were born to be hopeless
We didn't know it but we wanted to be soulless
'Cause now when we come out it's like headlights on a dear
It's so cliche but it's so full of fear and
What's the deal with what's up to date
We scream for unity through all the summer hate
It's getting crazy and it's driving me manic
But I'm still a fucking sweetheart and a punk lust romantic
We paint a picture of what's inside
And we cut it out of the picture
I see my face but I'm not inside
My own picture
And it's enough
And it's enough
'Cause if you wanna win you're gonna wake up loosing
If I don't know where it's at I'm gonna struggle with choosing
It's like passing through a door instead jumping through a window
'Cause without the context of the full situation we just
Paint a picture of what's inside
And we cut it out of the picture
I see my face but I'm not inside
My own picture
I can't stop looking though I've had enough
But I just guess that's just growing up and
I see my face but I'm not inside
My own picture
And it's enough
And it's enough
And it's enough
And it's enough
Why