Profiteering - The Smith Street Band

Everything’s fucked

Everything’s fine

Everyone sucks

Everyone’s lying

The converts are the most devout

They don’t always know what they’re talking about

I remember sitcom end scene, door-closed lovers

I remember soft fade-outs on clean white covers

And you don’t want to talk about it

And you don’t want to talk about it

(You don’t want to talk about it)

And you don’t want to talk about it

(You don’t want to talk about it)

And you don’t want to talk about it

Everyone cares

Everyone, sing

Everyone here’s

Profiteering

Some things feel worse, some things still sting

Progress will hurt, but we’re progressing

Be a good man among poorly raised men

Don’t know how I can be vulnerable again

And you don’t want to talk about it

You don’t want to talk about it (Everyone cares)

You don’t want to talk about it (Everyone sings)

You don’t want to talk about it (Everyone here’s)

You don’t want to talk about it (Profiteering)

You don’t want to talk about it

Lip service paid to my mental state

Means nothing to say, it was always ending this way

I know I’m not real and I’m just a cartoon

But you don’t know how it feels to be escaping you

And everything’s fucked, and nothing is fine

And everyone sucks, and everyone’s lying

Yeah, we’re still broke, but we’re gonna be fine

I’m finding my hope, but these things take time

I’m finding my hope, but these things take time

I’m finding my hope, but these things take time