Album: A Comp for Mom
Guy on the radio sounds like a budget Steven Hawking.
Keeps trying to tell me that The Bible says the world is ending.
It goes down around May 20th, so I guess this song is pointless; you're never gonna hear it.
But if the world ends, I hope I'm in my living room with best friends.
So raise your glasses.
We don't have trouble sleeping. No one, no one's gonna take that away from me.
We don't have trouble sleeping. We know, we know who we wanna be.
Fuck some movie that I swore Keanu Reeves was in.
These doomsday prophecies are all gonna amount to nothing.
And so, for now, I'm calling bullshit.
If the Mayans don't believe it, why should I be any different?
But if the world ends, I hope I'm in my living room with good friends.
So raise your glasses.
We don't have trouble sleeping. No one, no one's gonna take that away from me.
We don't have trouble sleeping. We know, We know who we wanna be.
This week is gonna swallow me, but when it spits me out, I'm landing on my feet.
I'm going to bed tonight in my New Found Glory hoodie.
So fuck the world, and what it wants me to be.
So fuck the world, and what it wants me to be.
So fuck the world, so fuck the world.
We don't have trouble sleeping. No one, no one's gonna take that away from me.
We don't have trouble sleeping. We know, We know who we wanna be.
So fuck the world.
We don't have trouble sleeping.
So fuck the world.
No one, no one's gonna take that away from me.
So fuck the world.
We don't have trouble sleeping.
So fuck the world.
We know, We know who we wanna be.
We don't have trouble sleeping. No one, no one's gonna take that away from me.
We don't have trouble sleeping. We know, We know who we wanna be.