Casually Dressed & Deep In Conversation

Rookie Of The Year

Hours

Roses for the Dead

You crash the meeting like it’s your show,
Gold hair, fake care, yeah, we all know.
You talk big dreams, we do the work,
You’re the glitter stuck to the paperwork.

Nonprofit hearts, you profit loud,
Selfie flash in every crowd.
We build change, you build your brand,
Mic in your hand like a command.

Hey! Blond appendix—cut it out!
You're not the core, you're just the clout!
We’re bleeding art, you’re striking a pose,
We see the mask, and everyone knows!

You drop “vision” in every line,
But your vision’s just a mirror shine.
You say “team,” but mean “applause,”
You’re a clause in your own cause.

We wrote the script, you stole the scene,
Plastic crown, punk queen.

Hey! Blond appendix—cut it out!
You're not the soul, just dead weight now!
We’ll play our chords, you chase your fame,
But this whole stage won’t spell your name!

Hey! Blond appendix—cut it out!
You're not the cause, you're just the clout!
We’re the noise that breaks your frame,
You’ll fade out, we’ll keep the flame!

(Yeah, keep the flame...)
Good riddance to your name.

blonde appendix

The Used

Buried Myself Alive

Take This to Your Grave

The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes

Reinventing the Wheel to Run Myself Over

Fast Times At Barrington High

Summer Hair = Forever Young

Hella Mega Tour w/ Green Day, Fall Out Boy, Weezer + The Interrupters coming in 2021 - http://hellamegatour.com