It seems as though that
whoa's the only word you know and
all those handclaps
can't cover up what your songs lack.
Let's be real, you'll fake your life just for a record deal.
Let's cut the shit, you don't care what you sing as long as it's a hit.

Why do so many people not give a care?
Is it that hard to write from the heart, not the hair?
If the scene keeps on falling to more neon-pop,
then I hope my heartbeat-b-beat just stops

I'm sic, I'm sic, I'm sick of this
I'm sic, I'm sic, I'm sick of this shit
I'm sic, I'm sic, I'm sick of
these actors pretending what they play is music

It's offensive and tragic
The way you make mention
of Mark, Tom, and Travis.
There's more to their message
than what's on the surface;
You can write melodies
with actual purpose

So tell me
Why do so many people not give a care?
Is it that hard to write from the heart, not the hair?
If the scene keeps on falling to more neon-pop,
then I hope my heartbeat-b-beat just stops

I'm sic, I'm sic, I'm sick of this
I'm sic, I'm sic, I'm sick of this shit
I'm sic, I'm sic, I'm sick of
these actors pretending what they play is music

I'm sick, but there's something that I must admit:
You've turned a cynic like me into a believer
I'm sick, but I've found the antidote for it
in letting go of my silence with
These actors pretending what they play is music