Post-Punk / New-Wave

It's post-punk, it's new-wave
With a little bit of shoegaze
I want it all, I want it all
I sing about my feelings
And the things that I believe in
Try to write them down
Try to write them down

I'm playing with a drum machine
I'm glued to my laptop screen
I don't know what I'm doing
But maybe that's where the truth is

She broke my heart and I let her down
'Cause I was born to fuck around
And twenty something babies
Find it easy to say maybe (ooh, ooh)
It's too easy to say maybe (ooh, ooh)
It's too easy to say maybe

It's lo-fi, it's britpop
It's speed metal, space rock
Concerns about the future
From a working class preacher
Jaguars and Casios, five minute solos
Lyrics about dying
I swear to God we're trying (ooh, ooh)
I swear to God we're trying (ooh, ooh)
I swear to God we're trying

I swear to God we're trying
I swear to God we're trying
I swear to God, I swear to God
I swear to God, I swear to God
I swear to God

Hey don't you wanna
Come and play guitar?
We've got all the toys
We'll let you drive the car
Your skin looks so good
But where are the scars?
Yeah, yeah we're trying
But not very hard

It's post-punk, it's new-wave (new-wave, new-wave)
It's post-punk (post-punk), new-wave (new-wave)