A Tune About Being In A Band

These are words about frustration
Well, I'm hoping they don't come out wrong.
It's so much more than just completion.
It's getting tiring holding on and on and on and on.

I'm getting ready to move along.
Pack up my shit and move on and on.

These words about this deprivation
breaking the seal that I get stuck beyond
And now this flow it comes in unison
It's fucking beautiful to write a song.

I'm getting ready to move along.
Pack up my shit and move on and on.

Well, I swear it's nothing personal
but probably something typical
of someone like me to say.
And I've been digging my own grave
and every day it gets deeper and deeper
And I've been hoping for something,
that somethings gone wrong
and now all I'm thinking is

I'm getting ready to move along.
Pack up my shit and move on and on.

To move along, pack up my shit and move on and on.

Well, I swear it's nothing personal
but probably something typical
of someone like me to say.

I'm moving on and on and on
Oh, on and on and on.
Oh, on and on and on.