Last time I came here I stayed at Michael's So disappointed In our whole cycle So I woke up Pushed myself off of a tightrope And listened to MUNA at dawn
It's been a whole year I think that I grew up But I still cry every time my dad hangs up No good intention is ever good enough To feel like I've done nothing wrong
Nothing could ever stop my ass from showing up To sing another song for the people I love Sing another song for the people I love
Driving with Gabe through Stratified dry lands Wе all met in Brooklyn when we wеre still in bands Finding a crowd was enough grounds to grand stand And we knew each other's songs
Nothing could ever stop my ass from showing up To sing another song for the people I love Sing another song for the people I love
Storing cans in the basement I'll be awake when The tribulation comes I'll admit I faked it I was freaked when All the lights went off
Nothing could ever stop my ass from showing up To sing another song for the people I love Sing another song for the people I love