Old Fashioned - Input

We watched the world lose its mind, and never tried to help

Too concerned with the image of a perfect hell

When the summer cries, I proceed to write

Of all the misconceptions that you feel about my life

And I don’t wanna yell, and you don’t have to scream, and it just so happens

that you dreamt another nasty dream

Let the words go, and punch the time clock, so we can excavate the demons from

your minds' thoughts

All aboard the bus it’s headed to the city lights

I know we’re in for what the Christians call a shitty night

But I don’t care at all, because you’re by my side, and that’s the only thing

that matters if the story dies

Wipe the tears away, and let that smile shine, before we leave the store lets

grab a drink from aisle nine.

Drink the pain away, and breathe the nicotine

Lets all experiment with ways that we can fix a dream

We’re dying for sleep while trying to live

And all of a sudden we’ve showered in sin

Awkward and scared we stare at the sun

Portraying our nightmares and feelings on drums

The forecast is fake

The snow is not real

The truth that we speak of

The lies we conceal

Dangerous and hopeful that God is alive

Famous for stealing an angel’s disguise

And what’s at the bottom of the wine glass?

Just another broken heart

The liquid helps the time pass

We’ve been here long enough I think they shouted, «last call»

I know it’s hard to judge each other when we act small

Cornered by a feeling big enough to make you run

Sorta discontent and aggravated from your buzz

But you can be yourself and thankful that you found that

And all I ask is that you let me sing your soundtrack

The music speaks in a way that we cannot describe

And if we die today I know that we have lived our lives

Don’t expect your simple words to be the end of this

You told me what this life is about

I’m glad you mentioned it

We’re dying for sleep while trying to live

And all of a sudden we’ve showered in sin

Awkward and scared we stare at the sun

Portraying our nightmares and feelings on drums

The mornings are diluted with the headaches

Coffee-coated arguments rewind and press play

It’s not that serious

It’s actually a blessing

To say the things we need to say without a second-guessing

And I don’t ever wanna play the villain

I’ve done it once before and it’s a process that can kill men

Oversaturated and under criticism

I told myself that I would never teach this to my children

Falling back on everything I thought was true

I only strive to be successful when it comes to you

Call me old fashioned its all I’ve ever known

I love it when you’re here

It makes for a better home

We’re dying for sleep while trying to live

And all of a sudden we’ve showered in sin

Awkward and scared we stare at the sun

Portraying our nightmares and feelings on drums