p i c k i t u p - Jeff Rosenstock

Did you lose the magic?

Did you make it tragic?

Did you form a habit?

Did you lie about it?

Did you know the reasons

But ignore the reasons

Like the dopes believin'

That we kept the seasons?

Well, line up to watch it crash and burn

Be a nonconformist

Be an aging tourist

Hustle like a tortoise

Show me where the floor is

Latent psychoactive

Feeling apparatus

Like if you seem alive they won’t know that you’re dead

I mean, if you feel alive then you know you’re not dead (Uh oh)

Line up to watch it crash and burn

The fame, the fame, the fame

Line up to watch it crash and burn

The fame, the fame, the fame

Line up to watch it crash and burn

The fame, the fame, the fame

Line up to watch it crash and burn

You don’t even know me

You will not control me

Go ahead disown me

You will not control me

You can give the roasting

You can have the trophy

You can have it all, you can have it all

You will not control, you will not control

You will not control, you will not control

You will not control, you will not control

You will not control, you will not control

You will not control, you will not control

You will not control, you will not control

You will not control, you will not control

You will not control, you will not control

You will not control, you will not control

You will not control, you will not control

You will not control, you will not control

You will not control, you will not control

You will not control, you will not control

You will not control, you will not control

You will not control, you will not control

You will not control, you will not control

You will not control, you will not control

You will not control, you will not control

You will not control, you will not control

You will not control, you will not control

Yeah, leave me the fuck alone

Leave me the fuck alone

Yeah, leave me the fuck alone

Leave me the fuck alone

Line up to watch it crash and burn