Glory Years from College Rock by FKA Zach Promesa

Well I'd like to say enough's enough
Pack my bags and call the whole thing off
If we weren't on the record
Trash it all for the pleasure
Idolized hollow nights

Later on we'll drive out to the docks
Pass it down then pass out in the car
Use these years as a measure
Doesn't get any better
Glorified, stains your mind

But if it's another Friday night I can't wait I can't wait to get out
And does the difference of wrong and right really hinge on drinking this down?
I don't see the answers but I don't really try
No one gets to tell me how I get to die and I can't wait
I can't wait I can't wait I can't wait
No
Where's there to go when it's all used up and there's nowhere left to buy?
Oh well I don't know
I don't know I don't know I don't know
And I'd like to say that enough is enough but I think I'm feeling fine

• Spoken Word
• New York