[Verse 1]
I'm sick of handshakes with fake ass band guys
My friends and I are mad
We're mad all the time
I've still got my bark
I've still got my bite
I ripped into you with my Black Light
These feelings that I'm feeling
Are all so conflicting
Everybody wants to be friends
(Now that's convenient.)
Where were you last year
Before we hit the high gear
When nobody cared?

[Pre-Chorus]
These copy cats are getting, getting feral now
We're building sandcastles out from their ashes now

[Chorus]
Maybe I'm, maybe I'm tired (Maybe I'm, maybe I'm tired)
Maybe I'm, maybe I'm tired (Maybe I'm, maybe I'm tired)

[Verse 2]
They say I went soft while going harder
I just shot my horizons out much farther
I still think it's dumb I need to strain when I sing
Or else dudes won't like me 'cause "it's just not their thing" (Fuck you)
I wanna be a sellout just to piss y'all off
While absolutepunk's sucking off beard-punk songs
Maybe if we're lucky we'll get a review
And if that goes well, maybe a feature too