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