The Credits by Erin Snape Lyrics
There it is
The sun, the moon, the stars
And everything in between
With a bottle or a book as a souvenir
To show the world where you've been
'Cause you gotta have a past
That's the way it's gonna be
There's a box full of junk in the back
Pick something and leave
We're at the end of the credits now
And we've hopefully got something to show
We've stumbled through our scenes
Like angry, broken teens
Now we're adults 'cause we've grown
Or something like that
You can end it now
With a song so you can leave on a high
'Cause god forbid you see
What happens after they all leave
When we're adults for a while
There's the names
Surprise nothing is real
We've been acting this whole time
And we all go through our methods to convince the world
That we're actually good at lying
So the story's told
And we're hoping you don't mind
But there's a box full of junk called the plot
And we've got a character to write
We're at the end of the credits now
And we're hoping it does well
'Cause there's people to be paid
And careers to be made
And another film to sell
That's just the same but in a
Different town
'Cause what's the point of being new
Your life's already lived
And you're not special 'cause you think
There's a film about you
There's a million other people
Who thought every single thought
And you're not special, you're not different
You're a teenager who's bought
Into a demographic aimed to
Reassure you of your faults
So you're not unique
You're something close
After all is said and done
You've got a life of your own
And it may seem kind of similar to other lives you've seen
Just in different clothes
But what's the point in that?
Thinking everyone's a clone
There's a box full of junk and a sunset
Beckoning you home
[Melody whistled]
The sun, the moon, the stars
And everything in between
With a bottle or a book as a souvenir
To show the world where you've been
'Cause you gotta have a past
That's the way it's gonna be
There's a box full of junk in the back
Pick something and leave
We're at the end of the credits now
And we've hopefully got something to show
We've stumbled through our scenes
Like angry, broken teens
Now we're adults 'cause we've grown
Or something like that
You can end it now
With a song so you can leave on a high
'Cause god forbid you see
What happens after they all leave
When we're adults for a while
There's the names
Surprise nothing is real
We've been acting this whole time
And we all go through our methods to convince the world
That we're actually good at lying
So the story's told
And we're hoping you don't mind
But there's a box full of junk called the plot
And we've got a character to write
We're at the end of the credits now
And we're hoping it does well
'Cause there's people to be paid
And careers to be made
And another film to sell
That's just the same but in a
Different town
'Cause what's the point of being new
Your life's already lived
And you're not special 'cause you think
There's a film about you
There's a million other people
Who thought every single thought
And you're not special, you're not different
You're a teenager who's bought
Into a demographic aimed to
Reassure you of your faults
So you're not unique
You're something close
After all is said and done
You've got a life of your own
And it may seem kind of similar to other lives you've seen
Just in different clothes
But what's the point in that?
Thinking everyone's a clone
There's a box full of junk and a sunset
Beckoning you home
[Melody whistled]