Input Old Fashioned lyrics

We watched the world lose its mind, and never tried to help,
Too concerned with the image of a perfect hell.
When the summer cries, I proceed to write,
Of all the misconceptions that you feel about my life,
And I don't wanna yell, and you don't have to scream, and it just so happens that you dreamt another nasty dream.

Let the words go, and punch the time clock, so we can excavate the demons from your minds' thoughts.
All aboard the bus it's headed to the city lights,
I know we're in for what the Christians call a shitty night.

But I don't care at all, because you're by my side, and that's the only thing that matters if the story dies.
Wipe the tears away, and let that smile shine, before we leave the store lets grab a drink from aisle nine. Drink the pain away, and breathe the nicotine.
Lets all experiment with ways that we can fix a dream.

Chorus:
We're dying for sleep while trying to live,
And all of a sudden we've showered in sin,
Awkward and scared we stare at the sun,
Portraying our nightmares and feelings on drums.

The forecast is fake,
The snow is not real,
The truth that we speak of,
The lies we conceal,
Dangerous and hopeful that God is alive,
Famous for stealing an angel's disguise.

And what's at the bottom of the wine glass?
Just another broken heart,
The liquid helps the time pass,
We've been here long enough I think they shouted, “last call”.

I know it's hard to judge each other when we act small,
Cornered by a feeling big enough to make you run,
Sorta discontent and aggravated from your buzz.

But you can be yourself and thankful that you found that,

And all I ask is that you let me sing your soundtrack,
The music speaks in a way that we cannot describe,
And if we die today I know that we have lived our lives,
Don't expect your simple words to be the end of this,
You told me what this life is about,
I'm glad you mentioned it.
Chorus:
We're dying for sleep while trying to live,
And all of a sudden we've showered in sin,
Awkward and scared we stare at the sun,
Portraying our nightmares and feelings on drums.

The mornings are diluted with the headaches,
Coffee-coated arguments rewind and press play.
It's not that serious,
It's actually a blessing,
To say the things we need to say without a second-guessing.

And I don't ever wanna play the villain,
I've done it once before and it's a process that can kill men
Oversaturated and under criticism,
I told myself that I would never teach this to my children.

Falling back on everything I thought was true,
I only strive to be successful when it comes to you.
Call me old fashioned its all I've ever known,
I love it when you're here,
It makes for a better home.

Chorus:
We're dying for sleep while trying to live,
And all of a sudden we've showered in sin,
Awkward and scared we stare at the sun,
Portraying our nightmares and feelings on drums.