Cotton Crush (2012 re-recording) Lyrics

The bricks get laid, then they get torn up
And laid again
But the bricks always get torn up again
And your friends won't wait
So don't believe that shit
If say they'll wait
Then trust me, your friends should not wait for you

Until you grow up
Sell out at the bar
Quit clouding your head, quit spiking your arms
'Till a girl walks along, she's humming your song
With your T-shirt on and that's when you're done, oh that's when you're
That's when you're done, that's when you're done
That's when you're done, that's when you're done
(done)

There's a cotton crush in the southern states
Back up here, man, we've got so much thread and space to waste waste waste
And there's a microphone picking every word up
And it shuts itself off, it's sure that it's heard enough oh, heard enough a while, heard enough
And the quiet can scrape all the calm from your bones
But maybe it should, maybe we need to be hollow
To get up and grow, and stop fucking around
To kick off our braces and start straightening out yeah
Let's sift through the static for a simpler sound
Sift through the static for a simpler sound
A simpler sound, a simpler sound
A simpler sound than the shit that's crowding our heads now
Oh-whoa-oh-oh

I will remember last summer as the summer I was taking steroids