Bands -

All these eyes keep pointing at me

Drawing targets on my back

Every evening they see through me

That’s why I’m on the attack

From a club in Johnson City

To a hotel in Cologne

See our pale and sunken faces

We’re calling anywhere our home

And I hope that you find all the peace that I could not find

'Cus I just can’t get it off of my mind

We’re a complicated stereotype

Put a mortgage on our futures

Put a stopper in our youth

We would worry about it later

We were writing our own truce

And I guess that is why in all the pictures that I find

We had that little gleam in our eyes

One I haven’t seen in such a long time

But I guess that’s how the story goes

Just like a hundred times before

But it makes me sick that this is the end

Of those memories in a bargain bin

And what a sad summarisation

For a way to spend your youth

Just some cocky drunk teenager

Mothers thank you for the dues

And I hope that you find all the peace that I could not find

'Cus I just can’t get it off of my mind

We’re a complicated stereotype

When we had that little gleam in our eyes

One I haven’t seen in such a long time