Hemingway (Lyrics)

The villain’s screaming last call and the heroes are matadors In the innocent fiesta before the Spanish Civil War Everyone looked up to ones that lived life all the way While laughing through poor fistfights in Parisian cafes No one can pass judgment when everyone’s the same Down to the fucking filter and out of the fucking frame I’m living like Hemingway without the money or the prose I guess the only thing we got in common is the drink and a broken nose and we sometimes see beauty in a world fucked completely It’s a crime to keep that beauty to yourself Don’t ever use six words when only three will do and don’t put pen to paper if you’re not wrung out through and through Everyone looks up to ones who live life all the way laughing off bad decisions just to make it through the day Don’t keep it to yourself