[00:18.801]Cut it out - your self-inflicted pain
[00:22.523]is getting too routine
[00:24.916]the crowds are catching on - to the self-inflicted song
[00:29.423]Well, here we go again - the art of acting weak
[00:34.744]Fall in love to fail - to boost your CD sales
[00:41.378]And that CD sells - yeah, what a hit
[00:44.566]You've got to repeat it
[00:46.427]you gotta' sink to swim
[00:47.761]
[00:48.281]If at first you don't succeed
[00:49.628]you gotta recreate your misery
[00:52.815]'cause we all know art is hard
[00:55.475]young artists have gotta starve
[00:56.541]Try, and fail, and try again
[00:58.655]the comforts of repetition
[01:01.048]Keep churning out those hits
[01:02.908]'til it's all the same old shit
[01:05.304]
[01:14.063]Oh, a second verse!
[01:15.924]Well, color me fatigued
[01:18.585]I'm hiding in the leaves
[01:20.710]in the CD jacket sleeves
[01:23.093]tired of entertaining
[01:25.490]some double-dipped meaning
[01:27.612]a soft serve analogy
[01:31.603]This drunken angry slur
[01:32.657]in thirty-one flavors
[01:45.671]You gotta' sink to swim
[01:46.737]immerse yourself in rejection
[01:48.064]regurgitate some sorry tale
[01:50.192]about a boy who sells his love affairs
[01:53.381]You gotta' fake the pain
[01:55.245]you better make it sting
[01:57.624]you're gonna' break a leg
[01:59.220]when you get on stage
[02:01.350]and they scream your name
[02:09.312]"Oh, Cursive is so cool!"
[02:10.910]
[02:11.439]You gotta sink to swim
[02:13.036]impersonate greater persons
[02:15.428]'cause we all know art is hard
[02:17.555]when we don't know who we are

Cut it out - your self-inflicted pain
is getting too routine
the crowds are catching on - to the self-inflicted song
Well, here we go again - the art of acting weak
Fall in love to fail - to boost your CD sales
And that CD sells - yeah, what a hit
You've got to repeat it
you gotta' sink to swim
If at first you don't succeed
you gotta recreate your misery
'cause we all know art is hard
young artists have gotta starve
Try, and fail, and try again
the comforts of repetition
Keep churning out those hits
'til it's all the same old shit
Oh, a second verse!
Well, color me fatigued
I'm hiding in the leaves
in the CD jacket sleeves
tired of entertaining
some double-dipped meaning
a soft serve analogy
This drunken angry slur
in thirty-one flavors
You gotta' sink to swim
immerse yourself in rejection
regurgitate some sorry tale
about a boy who sells his love affairs
You gotta' fake the pain
you better make it sting
you're gonna' break a leg
when you get on stage
and they scream your name
"Oh, Cursive is so cool!"
You gotta sink to swim
impersonate greater persons
'cause we all know art is hard
when we don't know who we are