SWMRS - Figuring It Out

Pop rocks and cherry cola, it gets colder when you're gone
We're all getting drunk now, Jamie flunked out, pants undone
Internet scams and waistcoats, we're just scapegoats all to dumb
Body paint in day-glo, where do trends go when you're numb?

When everybody wants to be somebody, they all care
And everybody wants to know themselves but we're too scared
We're still figuring out (whoa, whoa, whoa)
We're still figuring out (whoa, whoa, whoa)

Made for mass production, is it art when you want more?
Was I made to function, or create, or just get bored?
High school conversations, graduation, "What's in store?"
A five year plans, invasions, wasn't your invitation burned?

Everybody wants to be somebody, they all care
And everybody wants to know themselves but we're too scared
We're still figuring out (whoa, whoa, whoa)
We're still figuring out (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Alright

On manic Monday, we lose the ground beneath us
Tear gas Tuesday, I think I found Jesus
Wake and bake on Wednesday with a rosary and incense
Thirsty Thursday, I'll drink away my demons
On Friday (Friday), Saturday (Saturday), lose ourselves on Sunday because

Everybody wants to be somebody, they all care
And everybody wants to know themselves but we're too scared
We're still figuring out

We're still figuring out
We're still figuring out (whoa, whoa, whoa)
I'm still figuring it out (whoa, whoa, whoa)
I'm still figuring it out (whoa, whoa, whoa)
I'm still figuring it out (whoa, whoa, whoa)
I'm still figuring it out
Out, out

Written by:
COLE BECKER, JOSEPH MARCIANO ARMSTRONG, MAX STEVEN BECKER, SEBASTIAN ANDREAS FR MUELLER, ZACHARY CARPER

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Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group

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