These are our drums
This is our melody
(Da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da)
Now listen closely, as our drums become our melody

And here's our song
Da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
Da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
Da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da

So let me play my violin for you (bang, bang, bang)
Ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah
So let me play my violin for you
The truth is that I'm screwed
Still, Joe, do you think I'm cool?

(One, two, one-one, two, three, four)
(One, two, one-one, two, three, four)

I got friends in a lot of weird places
Wonder if they're gonna call, depending what my face is (one, two, three, four)
I got friends in a lot of weird places
Wonder if they're gonna call, depending what my face is
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Humpty Dumpty, when Humpty Dumpty
When Humpty Dumpty went down
He said, "Screw it, I'ma smile right through it
And I'll scream when no one's around"
Humpty Dumpty, when Humpty Dumpty
When Humpty Dumpty went down
He said, "Screw it, I'ma smile right through it
And I'll scream when no one, when no one
When no one's around, around, around, around"

Da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
Da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da
And I'll scream when no one, when no one
When no one's around

One day, maybe someday, I'll be so out of touch
I'll become a trumpet or a drum set in a sad orchestra
One day, maybe someday, in a world speeding up
It's getting hard, so very hard to keep up
One day, maybe someday, I'll be so out of touch
I'll become a trumpet or a drum set
In a sad orchestra
One day, I won't know what to write
And I can't be eighteen my whole life
But I'm too fuckin' young to feel so fuckin' old
But I'll try and I'll try and I'll try
But I'm not dead yet, so I guess I'll be alright

Bang, bang, bang
But I'm way less sad
Adventure is out there
But you gotta be some
Come on, guy
Bang, bang, bang
But it's all I have
Oh, I'm not dead yet, so I guess I'll be alright

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Adam Metzger, Jack Metzger, Ryan Metzger