Forgive

A La Carte

New Way e.g. Friends making music for fun. Indie/pop punk
All my friends are just Private School Fools!

 Textbooks, trust funds, off to the coast!
 Trading their souls for a second-hand boast!
 Riding the train but they never pay dues!
 Private school fools! Private school fools!

Oh, daddy’s got a firm in the South of Spain,
Mommy keeps a loft down in Notre-Dame.
She says she’s so lost, she just can’t decide,
Which Ivy League school for the fall semester ride.

Tennis at the club where the drinks are free,
Says she read Marx but she owns the marquee.
Sips on an Aperol, laughs with a pout,
Tweets “Eat the rich” from a family account.

She’s got a French degree but she hates the wine,
Says she’s so misunderstood—oh never mind.
Never met a worker but she’s making the rules,
All of my friends are just private school fools!

Oh, summer in the Hamptons, private cove,
Talks about the struggle from her ten-foot boat.
Says she wants real life, but she’s just too shy,
Flies first-class back when the season runs dry.

 Textbooks, trust funds, off to the coast!
 Trading their souls for a second-hand boast!
 Riding the train but they never pay dues!
 Private school fools! Private school fools!

Private school fools

Lyrics:
Hail Mary on your knees
Not as simple as it seems
Used to care about the Tide, Now I let it pass me by,
Used to think I had a plan,stuck my head now in the sand
It’s the same thing, every day
Different thoughts, but you still stay
Spin stories, they collide,
Get bolder they comply
take your time, Take your vows, 
If we vanish without a sound, Will someone hear us underground?

Maybe we built it to break
Maybe we were told to wait
Maybe we built it to break
Maybe we were told to wait

It’s A Complicated game 

Different thoughts, but you still stay


Complicated Game

Call me when the static clears,
Dial tone ghosts whisper in my ears.
Selling lies like lemonade,
Smiles painted on like a masquerade.

Velvet ropes and silver spoons,
Parade your sins under disco moons.
You wear your chains like a new tattoo,
But I know the cracks are showing through.

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, I tried to play along,
But the script was written wrong.
They told me, “Dance, don't ask why,”
While they pulled strings from the sky.

[Chorus]
We're just strangers in suits,
Dancing slow to forbidden flutes.
Laugh-track lives in TV rooms,
Polished shoes but empty truths.
Oh, I know this party’s fake,
Still we toast for tradition’s sake.
Say “cheers” through a plaster smile 
We’ve been dying in style.

[Verse 2]
Your god’s on channel 9 again,
Selling secrets for a dividend.
You clapped when they shut the door,
Now you’re locked in asking for more.

Truth is dressed in pantomime,
Painted lips kiss borrowed time.
And we all pretend we’re fine,
Just pixel faces caught online.

[Pre-Chorus]
I memorized their lines,
But they changed the scene each time.
Woke up in a house of glass,
Throwing stones and calling it class.

[Chorus]
We're just strangers in suits,
Dancing slow to forbidden flutes.
Laugh-track lives in TV rooms,
Polished shoes but empty truths.
Oh, I know this party’s fake,
Still we toast for tradition’s sake.
Say cheers through a plaster smile 
We’ve been dying in style.

[Bridge]
Lights flicker like a last request.
Smile wide, don't ever ask
[Outro]
From the mirror to the stage,
We're rehearsing every cage.
Say you’re fine, wear the suit 
Hope they never find the truth.

We've been dying in style

I'm so happy 'cause today I found my friends.
Ko Vocals
Roe Drums
Ben Guitar/Bass
Mix/Mastering  The short straw