Sugar-Free Lyrics

Gentrify, stratify, catch the last express to paradise

Tickets cost a tidy price in the city soon to fossilize

Close up shop, waive your claim, and let the market regulate

Leaving town, desolate a generation born to liquidate

So catch the train, if you can, it's the last express to paradise

Watered down with melted ice

There comes a time that you might just find a stranger in your bedsheets

And you picked them up for an easy fuck, and you finally ask yourself

Would it be so wrong to want a little more?

Is this really all that I can be?

Life could be so lovely

If I could find the time

But my twenty thirty thirties called

I owe him money

Would it be so wrong to join a cover band

And rest my head on someone else's songs?

(But, let me tell ya you'll make a lot of money)

Water down my passion

And sabotage my dreams

My twenty ten thirteens just called

I owe him that at least

Would it be so wrong to chase the real thing

And fuck it up with purpose and with pride?

(But, let me tell ya you'll die without a penny)

City's full of spiders

And pitcher plants so sweet

I drank my fill, but I'm no fuller

Checked the can, and it was sugar-free

There comes a time that you might just find you're sleeping in on Mondays

Giving all you got didn't change a lot, and you finally ask yourself

Is it worth it

Putting on a smile to make them happy?

They said that we would fly high

We were never gonna die

Oh!

Were they oblivious, or telling us a lie?

The verdict's out on that

But the City of the Flies was not as advertised

What's the fucking point?

There comes a time that you might just find a stranger in the mirror

It's cliché, but god, you know it's true