Mawce

(Alright, one, two, three, four)
 Everything's coming up roses
 Everything's coming to a bitter, bitter end
 I'm searching for the problem, and I'm looking for a positive
 Maybe I'll see a few old friends
 With more faith in God, I would tell you that this was the rapture
 And we've been left behind
 Oh, why are we so young with tired, sunken, baggy eyes?
 So I'll give myself a name, something stupid and pretentious
 Like Mawce spelled with a C
 And I'll hope all the cool kids who graduated
 But stay judgmental will finally accept me
 And I might be flying home today, but I'm not going home
 'Cause everything I thought I knew has proven to be wrong
 And I'm desperate to the point of flying straight into
 The overdrinking nights that leave you feeling torn
 I'm leaving, I'm leaving for New York
 Step off the plane, hop into the sedan
 I return to the house, not a kid, not a man
 Screaming, "Everyone hear it for the 845"
 Where complacency rules, and the kids only die
 If they stray from the mark, if they keep themselves clean
 And they tore down the park, now I'm stuck in my dreams
 And I might be flying home today, but I'm not going home
 'Cause everything I thought I knew has proven to be wrong
 And I'm desperate to the point of flying straight into
 The overdrinking nights that leave you feeling torn
 I'm leaving, I'm leaving for New York
 An orange and yellow armada of delivery trucks is all I can see
 From the window of this Uber
 I'm reminded that the world won't stop for me
 But no one ever really stops to think
 I might be flying home today, but I'm not going home
 'Cause everything I thought I knew has proven to be wrong
 And I'm desperate to the point of flying straight into
 The overdrinking nights that leave you feeling torn
 I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I'm leaving for New York
 I'm leaving for New York
 I'm leaving for New York