Gone Tomorrow - Joyce Manor

Everybody wants to tell a story

But no one’s got a thing to say

Everybody’s scared of saying nothing

How else would they prove that they’re here today?

And gone tomorrow

Not much pain and not much sorrow

Gone tomorrow, but here today

Not much skill for not much pay

My friend Tommy, he does origami

Forever in the morning shade

His girl Trisha, ooh, she’s gonna hit ya

With a blazing hot beam from her amazing ray gun

Gone, gone tomorrow

Some might steal and some might borrow

Gone tomorrow, but here today

Not much kill for not much prey

Eh, eh, eh-eh