Look Alive

[Chorus: The Rocket Summer]

Stop the press, everything's a mess

You can look alive, but you are not at rest

And ideas are flowing through your head

A million miles an hour while lying in your bed

A lucid life you never thought you'd lead

Are you working everyday? Are you working just to bleed?

I know, I know, I know

I know, I know

[Verse 1: Witt Lowry]

Sometimes I don't want to wake up

'Cause dreams are what we're made of

And we live in a world where fake girls

Take fake drugs, make fake love

Damn, where's the real at?

Can't tell me you can't feel that

These layers that I peel back

Now tell me, is this real rap?

Fuck that, this is heart breakin'

How much can take this heart take?

You love something just so much

When it's gone you feel your heart ache

No, wait! I mean literally fucking feel your heart ache

Glass full of vodka just to drown away a hard day

Damn, so we fell out of love

You see, you wanted him, and me, I wanted us

We would fight, and we would argue and the fighting got tough

Then when I make a line like that, they'd try to guess who it was

But, what if I told you these lines didn't mean shit?

Would you get the same feel from when you thought that it did?

Like when a girl comes and tells you that she wants to have kids

And then you fucking realize she never gave two shits

[Chorus: The Rocket Summer]

Stop the press, everything's a mess

You can look alive, but you are not at rest

And ideas are flowing through your head

A million miles an hour while lying in your bed

A lucid life you never thought you'd lead

Are you working everyday? Are you working just to bleed?

I know, I know, I know

I know, I know

[Verse 2: Witt Lowry]

Sometimes I try to act tough

The pain I feel is too much

And we live in a world where girls

Just need to hide behind their makeup

I ain't made of mils, these college bills

Are costin' more than I make, huh

So I lay in bed and ponder

When the fuck these things will change up

What am I s'posed to do?

Get two jobs to make it work?

Well what's minimum wage?

Is eight-fifty all I'm worth?

Damn, well I guess that is status quo

So all the rich are getting' richer while the poor man stays poor

And shit, I ain't looking for material things

I want the love and the music and the fans that it brings

So what the fuck you looking for, do you want the same thing?

Or is your mind set on nice cars and nice gold rings?

I try to bring things to light that have been locked in my mind

I put my heart out on a platter, you can take what you find

It's fine, you can take this song as me just bitchin'

Or you can take this as a lesson, let your ears really listen, and listen

[Chorus: The Rocket Summer]

Stop the press, everything's a mess

You can look alive, but you are not at rest

And ideas are flowing through your head

A million miles an hour while lying in your bed

A lucid life you never thought you'd lead

Are you working everyday? Are you working just to bleed?

I know, I know, I know

I know, I know