Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Colin Campbell
Songwriter
Carter Zumtobel
Songwriter
Quinn Marshall
Songwriter
Zoe Johnson
Songwriter
Lyrics
My backpack is full of paperbacks I am not
Remotely close to finished with yet
They'll still be here long after I'm dead
Strolling from one dusty apartment bookcase to the next
Debating amongst themselves whose owners' taste
They signified best
Just another day as a nervous wreck, another mini city heart attack
Just another day as a nervous wreck, another mini city heart attack
Stuck in Soho hell—what a plastic scene
If everyone's so hot, why is the makeup layered down like the Pleistocene
Any geologists here?
Man, forget about Williamsburg
It is the new Disney World
The museum in Virginia is more authentic
Although the French tourists in BK
Can pronounce Sartre convincingly like they've read him
Just another day as a nervous wreck, another mini city heart attack
Just another day as a nervous wreck, another mini city heart attack
Oh God, here I go again with the esoteric writing
Speak to the kids
Music-lovin' twentysomethings
The demographics!
So says my mental publisher
Alienated teenagers
Anything for a dollar
But here's the thing: even 'vernacular'
Is a five-dollar word
Come on, four quarters?
Just another day as a nervous wreck, another mini city heart attack
Just another day as a nervous wreck, another mini city heart attack
Writer(s): Carter Zumtobel, Colin Campbell, Quinn Marshall, Zoe Johnson
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