The Impending Glory Of American Adulthood

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The Impending Glory Of American Adulthood
By Crime In Stereo

The Impending Glory 

Of American Adulthood

By Crime In Stereo 

If it seems as of late, 

I've stopped sitting around 

Talking about the bands I hate 

Maybe I'm starting to relate 

How could anyone, have anything to say?

And if your inspiration's vacant, 

It's cause you're sitting in a basement, 

Wasting away day after day 

I feel the same way 

How can anyone, have anything to say? 

When was the last time, 

Anything happened to me? 

Of limited income, 

And even less experience...

When was the first time you thought, 

"This is where we should always be?" 

So vacant day after day 

This is the last time, 

You'll see the likes of me

I could stay; play the part 

Of the youngest has-been 

In the dark at card tables, 

Rehashing old visions 

Put the impending glory aside,

And make the same decisions in life 

As my parents take their rightful place 

As the patron saint of, 

"Remember the time?"

When was the last time, 

Anything happened to me? 

Of limited income, 

And even less experience...

When was the first time you thought, 

"This is where we should always be?" 

So vacant day after day 

This is the last time, 

You'll see the likes of me

I'm worth my weight, 

In the glory of yesterday 

Worth my weight in vacancy