Soberland Hinds

Chill, it's okay, to behave as you age
You still have your hair and The Village's fake fame
You're waiting for someone, someone that stands your same old wars
Whenever you chose that, that line was already too packed

But how am I supposed to touch you and stay away
From all the strangers that surround you
Yeah, you'd like them as friends
I hate your taste, I hate your background
Why don't you talk normal once?

Boots made you cool when you were underage
Now you're Mr. Soon in your bed of clichés
You're waiting for someone, someone that likes it when you bluff
Whenever you chose that, don't get upset, I'm not the one

But how am I supposed to like you and stay away
From all the strangers that surround you
Yeah, you'd like them as friends
I hate your taste, I hate your background
Why don't you talk normal once?

You're waiting for someone, someone that likes it when you bluff
Whenever you chose that, don't get upset, I'm not the one
You're always gonna mess around
(Then they go sober and sober and sober)
Never gonna be around
Always gonna mess around
(But how am I supposed to)
Then they go sober and sober and sober sober they go sober