As We Know It — kurt.riley+praxis

Kickin’ around the mall
Standard teenage jive
We pretend like it’s ‘98
We pretend like it’s ‘98

Screens are on the walls
Just the well-groomed lies
But I believe in the United States
Yes I believe in the United States

I didn’t want this, didn’t choose it
Rolled the dice, Dad, and I’m losin’
Will this nightmare always be?

Is this the end of the story?
Or just the end of the chapter we’re in?
Is this the harvest of the consequences?
Or just the end as we know it?
Miss Babylon bores me
She’s taking pictures of her body again
I was innocent as California surfin’, baby
Is this the end as we know it?

Tags in bathroom stalls
With a Sharpie smile
“For a good time, call the number later”
“For a good time, call the number later”

The writing’s on the walls
We will go in style
Bless the food court and the escalator
Bless the food court and the escalator

We’re coasting on glories
From soldiers and stories
That not a soul cares to read

Is this the end of the story?
Or just the end of the chapter we’re in?
Is this the harvest of the consequences?
Or just the end as we know it?
Miss Babylon bores me
She’s taking pictures of her body again
I was innocent as California surfin’, baby
Is this the end as we know it?