Blunt Mechanic - Pop Song lyrics

Hands are achy but I'm hanging in Hear the camera's chorus hitting against A drawer of letters, pictures, poems, and crafts Across town two lovers tap their gla**es A system re-evolves strengths in size Seven years again apologize The Christmas season system bundles up its tiny blisters Feels a tingle in its gut, a thirst to be sure Every pop song tells you one of two things: "It's gonna be alright" or "It's nothing at all" The future runs the show So how does the system learn to deal with now? Limbs are curled up, I'm staying in I like the pride of space, but then again The floor is cluttered and the walls are bare If I could clean my rudders I'd set sail System crashes, human cries System crashes human life It's just easier not acknowledging information implied Leave the outdated heart traff? behind Every pop song tells you one of two things: "It's gonna happen" or "It's just a dream!" You just can't believe the sound in the air that sings Just because you're in the air that doesn't mean you're flying, flying