Hope brings out to you like a new year
Kicks your adidas into new gear
And makes you laugh 'til you cry.
But oh, no
Bills get paid when there's no funds
All the drag fees take a credit run
Leaves you eating on mac & cheese.
But we manage to get by
And your heart alone
Is still something
When you die
'Cause we can transplant it
(CHORUS)
All my hopes and dreams, they fade.
Replaced with the feeling they all go away
And somehow we land on the other side
Better off as guests. That's what CNN tells me.
Drip, drop
Banks go dry in the bedway
The heat shuts off but it's okay