And that’s another thing
{?} a queue
We’re post-punk
Post-truth
Post-Euro
Post-youth
Post-modern
Post-{?}
Post post too
As music with nothing to say
Plays on a radio
Snooker {?}
Trying to pull off something bolder
If everything’s behind us
Where’s the point in growing older?
I think too much
About everything
Am I losing touchof this game I’m in
I don’t know
Now he’s picking a pocket
Forcing me to cause a scene
All words are ineffective
A memory selective
The proof is in the {?}
It crumbles the perspective
I think too much
About everything
Am I losing touch of this game I’m in
I know I think too much
About everything
Am I losing touch
I’m losing touch
I know I think too much
About everything
And I care too much
About what I think
Cause I regret
Every time I drink
When it turns me into
It turns me into
Someone I hate
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