Social from Destructive Interference by The Birdwatchers

You say, "I'm a social waste,"
And "I'm just a sad kid with good music taste."
Well your thousand friends don't echo the same,
It's your personality to blame.

You back yourself into a corner of lies.
Your only options are to come clean or hide.
Desired progress means you'll kill to survive.
So keep your story straight and keep passing time.
And still, some people will cry.
They won't see through all your lies.
Now that you have their attention
You can say, "oh, this is goodbye."

Well, enough is enough.
While you post another spam picture begging for retweets and stuff
Because, let's be real here, the public just eats all that up.

You back yourself into a corner of lies.
Your only options are to come clean or hide.
Desired progress means you'll kill to survive.
So keep your story straight and keep passing time.
And still, some people will cry.
They won't see through all your lies.
Now that you have their attention
You can say, "oh, this is goodbye."

So now you open the window
And broadcast your thoughts.
To be heard by all your friends as well as some who'd rather not.
But you make them happy,
That's debatable.
You survive and thrive on being relatable.

You back yourself into a corner of lies.
Your only options are to come clean or hide.
Desired progress means you'll kill to survive.
So keep your story straight and keep passing time.
And even still, some people will cry.
They won't see through all your lies.
Now that you have their attention
You can say, "oh, this is goodbye."

• Alternative
• garage rock
• indie
• indie rock
• Columbia