Track 5 of the EP Clipboard Man Is Watching · 2024
Nervous Laugh, Front of the Line
“Six in the morning for an eight o'clock show. We got to the front of the line and laughed at ourselves.”
pop punk · pop punk · first-show punk · 2:40
Lyrics
Got there at six in the morning For a show that starts at eight Sitting on a folding chair With a sandwich and a plate My knees are doing drum rolls My hands are made of jelly I told the guy behind me It's my first time, he said me too, I'm smelly Count it down, count it down Gates are opening soon Nervous laugh, front of the line Heart goes boom, I'm feeling fine Nervous laugh, front of the line Whoa-oh, here we go Shaking all the way inside But I can't stop smiling wide Nervous laugh, front of the line Whoa-oh, here we go A girl in a homemade jacket Passed around a bag of chips We swapped our favorite band names And we both made silly lips The doors swing open slowly A guard says one by one I'm running like a puppy And I'm falling over and I'm done Count it down, count it down Gates are opening soon Nervous laugh, front of the line Heart goes boom, I'm feeling fine Nervous laugh, front of the line Whoa-oh, here we go Shaking all the way inside But I can't stop smiling wide Nervous laugh, front of the line Whoa-oh, here we go And if I trip, that's okay Everybody trips today If I yell the wrong words out Somebody will shout them too The lights come up, the band walks out I forget how to breathe Then the whole crowd starts to sing And I'm singing underneath The kid beside me grabs my arm We jump up in the air Nobody knows our names in here But somebody's always there Nervous laugh, front of the line Heart goes boom, I'm feeling fine Nervous laugh, front of the line Whoa-oh, here we go Shaking all the way inside But I can't stop smiling wide Nervous laugh, front of the line Whoa-oh, here we go