An homage to Tony Hawk, George Orwell, and being a stagnant idiot.
An improper stage, no applause at curtain call
Perhaps it’s just a phase, but it seems like all I know now
So I’ll carry on, dragging on, but looking up and
Hope the planes fly too high for the bombs to reach the floor
For the bombs to reach the floor
Coming up for air, beneath the surface I am drowning
Like pints of discount beer, I return drunk and empty
A decade halved, and I’m still racing Eric Sparrow
Who have I become?
They say that “conflict brings change” - but I just stay the same
Flip the record over but first come plug it in
And lately I’ve been saying “no more nothing days”
Unless we’re together, then nothing ain’t a waste.