Strike Gold
I used to think that people got big writing good songs from the heart
But now I know that people just like to get a number one on the pop
chart
I used to drive around listening to blink
I used to wonder what everybody else would think about the songs I
wrote and are they good enough for the radio?
Everybody’s falling apart. Do you know it doesn’t have to be so hard?
It seems everybody thought it would be easy to strike gold, but you
sold out. You see I didn’t wanna be someone else, I hit the road,
played some shows to become myself. It seems everybody thought
it’d be easy to strike gold, but you sold out.
I used to see NFG every summer when they came through town
Front row, every show with my best friends singing along dreaming
about walking out on stage every single night saying my bands
name hoping that they like the songs I wrote about my life.. I think I
got the dream right
But now everybody’s falling apart. Do you know it doesn’t have to be
so hard? It seems everybody thought it would be easy to strike gold,
but you sold out. You see I didn’t wanna be someone else, I hit the
road, played some shows to become myself. It seems everybody
thought it’d be easy to strike gold, but you sold out.
All of the time that you spent pulling strings trying to be the next big
thing, you could have spent your time just writing songs finding out
just who you are
And my favourite part of this is while you played pretend you missed
that it’s deep down where you find the hits, the hits
I used to think that people got big writing good songs from the heart
Everybody’s falling apart. Do you know it doesn’t have to be so hard?
It seems everybody thought it would be easy to strike gold, but you
sold out. You see I didn’t wanna be someone else, I hit the road,
played some shows to become myself. It seems everybody thought
it’d be easy to strike gold, but you sold out.