Arlington Field

Board up your windows I set the tempo with my bass and my dog whistle I let it echo Like nails on a chalkboard to you And I hate to say this But I'm bound by expectations The underdog inside my head Is eating all the homework that I have left I'm nothing, ever reaching, and quoted by none I am the sound of something stupid that won't matter much We're making progress, but progress, is fueled by pills We're feeding options but options don't eat much when options are slim I can't escape this I'm bound by expectations The underdog inside my head Is eating all the homework that I have left