And the bricks get laid
And they get torn up
And laid again
But the bricks always get torn up again

And your friends won't wait
So don't believe that shit
When they say they'll wait
Cause trust me; your friends should not wait for you

Until you grow up
Settle out at the bar
Quit clouding your head, quit spiking your arms
Till a girl walks along
She's humming your song
With your t-shirt on
And that's when you're done
Oh, that's when you're—

That’s when you’re done
That’s when you’re done
That’s when you’re done
That’s when you’re done, done

There's a cotton crush
In the southern states
But back up here, man
We've got so much thread and space
To waste, waste, waste
And there’s a microphone
Picking every word up
And it shuts itself off
When it’s sure that it’s heard enough
Oh, heard enough
Oh, I’ve heard enough

The quiet can scrape
All the calm from your bones
But maybe it should
Maybe we need to be hollowed
To get up and grow
And stop fucking around
To kick off our braces and start straightening out, yeah

Let's sift through the static
For a simpler sound
We’ll sift through the static
For a simpler sound, yeah
A simpler sound
A simpler sound
A simpler sound
Than the shit that's clouding our heads now
Whoa, whoa

I will remember that summer
As the summer I was taking steroids