You're convinced its the best of your days
In fact you're looking for an exit
Can't you see that you're not going to fake it this time
Cut in line for end of the road
I'll spare you regrets, pretend you've never had this dream
6 weeks I've been dreaming awake
Just looking for some answers
On long drives, and restless nights
Convincing myself that its only a matter of time
Until its our turn to shine brighter
Until we can feel that our lives still have worth
Or are we wasting our days? are we spoiling our futures with futile hope?
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god...we're all just victims of a failed lottery
6 years we've been working for this
Just wasted youth seeking answers
Do we give up or keep fighting for
Our dreams that we must achieve?
Its a wrecking machine that'll pull you in
And treat you better than any white drug
Can you price out the value of a screaming fan?
Quitting day jobs again and again
We only work for our sins
Five dollars will get us through the day
And we'll be living like kings
200 kids in a small town
Chanting out 'txbk'
And they're singing every word
We wouldn't have it any other way
Get up get up, this is where we have to be
There's nothing in our way
This is our path in life