Coughdrops & La-Croix Lyrics

A different town, a different city

Another place that seems a bit too shitty

Not nice around, but you stay all over

And wash it down with a night past sober

Thinly veiled advances

Are what she romances

The stereotypical femme fatale

An all too common type of gal

And I

Have never seen

A girl who's been

Quite up to par

With the standards

But I ain't lowering the bar

Whole night spent going out with the girl

7:30, started flirty, took the Golf for a whirl

Boring conversations

Lead to even more boring misinterpretations

The whole events all rather stale

The nights all over, it's time to bail

And I

Have never seen

A girl who's been

Quite up to par

With the standards

But I ain't lowering the bar

Settle for nothing less

Settle for nothing less

Settle for nothing less

Settle for nothing less

Oh

Amazement is smashed through, and panics all that's left

It's quite doubtful they'll change before their death

With a multitude of degradations tucked up inside

When a confrontation's fucked up, they'd just much rather hide

Oh

One

Two

Three

Four

And you may not know just why I've said the things that I've said

'Cuz a life of mediocrity is a life that I dread

Endless compromising satisfies none

When you compromise on principle, you've truly helped none

I'm sick of this cycle of angst and depression, I'm sick of this cycle I'm sick

I'm sick of this cycle of angst and depression, I'm sick of this cycle I'm sick

I'm sick of this cycle of angst and depression, I'm sick of this cycle I'm sick

I'm sick of this cycle of angst and depression, I'm sick of this cycle I'm sick

I'm sick of this cycle of angst and depression, I'm sick of this cycle I'm sick

I'm sick of this cycle of angst and depression, I'm sick of this cycle I'm sick

I'm sick of this cycle of angst and depression, I'm sick of this cycle I'm sick

I'm sick of this cycle of angst and depression, I'm sick of this cycle I'm sick

I'm sick of this cycle of angst and depression, I'm sick of this cycle I'm sick

I'm sick of this cycle of angst and depression, I'm sick of this cycle I'm sick

I'm sick of this cycle of angst and depression, I'm sick of this cycle I'm sick

I'm sick of this cycle of angst and depression, I'm sick of this cycle I'm sick

Hopefully, by now you can see why instead

I'd rather stay at home chilling in my bed

Such things I much rather enjoy

Like sucking on coughdrops, jacking off, and drinking a La-Croix