[Verse 1]
Indie rock is full of privileged white kids
I know because I’m one of them
Who else has the luxury to gaze backwards?
[Verse 2]
I went out on the road with my girlfriend
I watched her have the career most people dream
It doesn’t sound so bad
Buffet breakfast on the terrace
Young men wearing glasses and sweaters
But it’s exhausting up here on the surface
[Verse 3]
I’ve spent a lot of time wondering what I should be doing
Success is a slippery eel that keeps on moving
It has nothing to do with making music
It has nothing to do with making music
[Verse 4]
Most critics are pussies who want to look cool
Those who can, they do
Those who can’t review
What’s hot today is forgotten tomorrow
All that you have is your joy and your sorrow
[Verse 5]
I don’t mean to sound bitter when I say
Life is the great leveller
No-one can escape
Failure and sadness
Breaks us open and connects us
If not in this life
Then, the next one
