Well, it's the end of days We're just hopin' for the beach front property Numb with indecision Darin' some asshole to take a swing Got eight hundred dollars To my name, not sure what it means Tryna take these bastards For a quarter of a million despite your mom's protesting If every city is the same Doom and gloom under a different name Maybe we should find our home in one I hate the rhythm of our lives these days Stare into a dead space shouting at my phone Duckin' in my seat 'cause someone brought a bag into the movie theater Everyone shrugged at the same time, yeah, yeah, we know You're sick and sad there are thirty-somethings in a bar So play us some nostalgia songs 'Cause no one really wants to hear about you anymore I know If every city is the same Doom and gloom under a different name Maybe we should find our home in one We argue and assign the blame It's not like any of us feel the shame Count on one hand all the good we've done It's the end of days You're still pissing in the wind Don't believe in God Figured he'd be a better planner than this I'm tired anyway Why the hell would I care? I'm tired anyway If every city is the same Doom and gloom under a different name Maybe we should find our home in one We argue and assign the blame It's not like any of us feel the shame Count on one hand all the good we've done I'm tired anyway Why the hell would I care? I'm tired anyway