[Chorus: Graham Woodward]

Every time I hear you say

I don’t wanna live today

I look down to think about

If I took the trash out

Every time I hear you cry

I got plans if that’s alright

I don’t wonder where you are

When you’re buried in your car

[Verse I: Graham Woodward]

Don’t even know what the hell I mean, just wanna

Live my life without practicing I’m gonna

Pull you up out this stupid shit

But it’s not good to babysit, you can probably handle it

Don’t even know how to master and mix

It took me months to return with this

While you sit in your room alone

What are you doing, just pick up the phone

I try to see what the hell you mean just wanna

See you well in the life you’re in, you’re gonna

Take time off for your mental health

I don’t know man, just be yourself?

Well it’s the return of the kid

Who got up and got down to broadway hits

Did he ever like any of it

Don’t ask me cause I’m not him

[Chorus: Graham Woodward]

Every time I hear you say

I don’t wanna live today

I look down to think about

If I took the trash out

Every time I hear you cry

I got plans if that’s alright

I don’t wonder where you are

When you’re buried in your car

[Verse II: Graham Woodward]

Don’t even know why the hell you sing, when you

Live your life without practicing, I mean

Why do you dream of labor still

Look at yourself, it’s no way to live

Yeah I’m not better than you, I don’t

Even know all that you go through

And who cares what I’ve done in the end

Maybe I should learn how to be a good friend

I really wish I wasn’t this rude

Seems I was born just to kill the mood, but

It’s your fault, never mine, don’t ask

Maybe sometimes I’ll give you a pass

Well it’s the return the kid

Who worked all his life to return with this

Don’t die for purpose, have fun while you can

Whatever you do, Kandice still stands

[Chorus: Graham Woodward]

Every time I hear you say

I don’t wanna live today

I look down to think about

If I took the trash out

Every time I hear you cry

I got plans if that’s alright

I don’t wonder where you are

When you’re buried in your car

[Bridge: Graham Woodward and Nate Gilliatt]

Well it’s the Return of the kid

From Spiers to Martin we lock this groove down

Here those kicks hit, you know who’s in town

Well it’s the Return of the kid

Get off your tablet, feel this through the ground

Maybe Martin will let us clown around