Jeff Rosenstock Rocket Rocket Rocketship

The Middle East in Cambridge, MA 12, 21, 2013 Exhausted all the things I love. I torture myself. Can t I just be happy But everybody jumps on everything I said And everybody s telling me we re best friends. I d rather be dead or dying. So someone cut me a check Cashed for all that I m worth. Divide it by what I spent And calculate my net worth. I never got nothing for anything. I feel I ve done everything for nothing. And maybe we can fly away from here. Surf on the debris of our broken scene. Subsuburban wasteland. Pack up everything and get out of here. Everything I fight for is dead to me. Subsuburban wasteland. You were wrong. I ll buy the farm tonight. I d like to spend time where no one can see me. I m pissing down the cracks of our broken dreams. United we can change our whole destiny. Come on. Nobody s with me. Just send me off with a check Made out to more than I m worth And I swear I ll feel better. But I ll say I feel worth worse I never feel like feeling anything. I ll only feel anything for not