Nothing to Lose

I used to confuse old jam bands with the 12-bar blues Pumped up kicks with my Sunday shoes Who's telling a lie and who's telling me the truth Nowadays I've got no clue where you've been or what you're up to Did you shoot for the stars and hit the moon You're still in the lead but you're still wearing cheap perfume What do we do when there's nothing left to lose? What is there to prove? I'll figure it out in a year or two These days I'm so blue, should've paid more attention in high school Who would've thought life would be so cruel Surrounding myself with only drunks and fools All my friends are far and a few Don't give a damn about what I'm up to It's always the same bands, same plans, same views They're still in the streets, always trying to beat curfew What do we do when there's nothing left to lose What is there to prove? I'll figure it out in a year or two What do we do when there's nothing left to lose What is there to prove? I'll figure it out in a year or two A year or two I've got nothing to lose I've got nothing to lose I've got nothing to lose I've got nothing to lose