1-Up

They say you're quitting and there's money somewhere else

They say you dropped the act to take care of yourself

So wipe off the makeup, take the chains off

Time to forget where you came from

Sell your soul to Satan and dress up like someone else

Then get a job, give up the chase, it's far past time to quit

Because money's far more important than stupid art bullshit

Well I know, I know, I know, I'm reckless

Know I'm greedy know I'm selfish

I don't care what happened to you, I'll have my cake and eat it too

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So I'll smash my fingers strumming at a breakneck speed

And I'll play piano, fake some talent while they're still healing

When my knuckles start to bleed out on the keys as I play more

I'll think "wow, I am so edgy, what an awesome metaphor"

We pretend like it's so cool to be immobilized by pain

I'm so sorry that you like my songs because you can relate

I'm just singing cause I like to and it helps me to relax

But why the fuck would I want anybody to feel sad?

Cause it's not about the pain, it's about where the pain came from

And the fact that you're depressed means you know you were happy once

If you think that hope is hopeless hope that I can lend a hand

The reason you're alive is so that you can love again

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You fight with all your power and you fight with all your heart

But you fight with one another, so your dreams are torn apart

Wish that I could do more other than just give you this advice

You can have a different dream until the day you fucking die

I know that I am not perfect I know that nobody is

I know having flaws is human I know we're all full of sin

But I spent my life online wishing that I was someone else

And when your whole life is comparisons you'll start to hate yourself

I'm so sorry that I hurt you and that I can't make it up

I'm so sorry that you've run into a spell of real bad luck

I'm so sorry I'm a liar that I didn't fucking care

And I'm sorry to my mom that this song has so many swears

But I swear that you are good enough, you're good enough for you

You can hold your sword and fight through all the never-ending clues

While the war might last forever you gotta promise me you'll try

Because once this all is over you don't get an extra life

And I hope heaven is forever and that we all get to go

And it's just as cool as I thought it'd be when I was ten years old

And I hope I get to see you, catch up, and tell you the news

That everything worked out for me

And it worked out for you

Cause in heaven there's no music

There's no metal

There's no punk

Because we're all so happy

And now we don't need that stuff

And no, it doesn't make much sense

But I think in the end

I would rather be happy than to make sense

When I'm dead