Plug by Callitrice

I quit my job 'cause my Friday nights,
They go right up my nose
Let's call it out,
We all got some problems now
'Cause I called the plug,
He said to me, "You owe me too much money."

How can we go on?
When all we do
Is try and cope,
But never improve.
You'd hope to hope
For a better excuse
You know I know,
You reap what you sow.

A man said to me,
That he'd help me see
The universe and all things.
He said to take two tabs and to smoke these trees.
Next thing you know,
The reset will come and go.

How can we go on?
When all we do
Is try and cope,
But never improve.
You'd hope to hope
For a better excuse
You know I know,
You reap what you sow.

• Rock
• emo
• indie
• posthardcore
• Jensen Beach