Текст песни this guitar's gonna kill me - Olivver the Kid , Armors , Lostboycrow

All my friends in metal bands don't care about death
All my friends in metal bands are gettin' married, what the heck?
I'm sittin' on my couch I got from Nick, drunk and tired nursing a bruised ego
While all my friends in metal bands are happy as fuck livin' in their tour van
Listenin'—to algorithm and blues
(That's not right)

You check on me now and again and I'm way too contemplative
The care you've shown me through the years is so appreciated
'Cause I'm your friend that's in a band
But don't feel much like playin'
I created my own circumstance
But feel incapable of changin'

Oooh, no
Oooh, I just can't move

Twenty somethin', tunnel vision, Saturdays with no cartoons
Happy in my second story, I get lonely and clean my room
Lookin' like I've seen a few things, feelin' like they're mostly true
Sold my van, moved to Los Angeles and I met you

Oooh, yeah
Oooh, fuck it

All my friends in punk rock bands don't care about the man
All my friends in punk rock bands don't even have an Instagram
Sitting here and I'm stoned as fuck and I'm thinkin' about the end of me
While all my friends in punk rock bands are plottin' the end of their enemies
Listenin'
(I'm listening)
Listenin'—to algorithm and blues