Well, if the good die young and time heals all wounds
I'm not sure what that says about me
A lot happened in two years in that neck of pine woods
And after ever-greenery
A lot of regret for shit said and done
A promise I learned how to keep
And I find myself thinking, if I hadn't been moved
If the inside of my skin would finally feel clean
I spent a lot of thirteen thinking how to stop my hair from growing
Because change is a scary thing, but it's supposed to be good
And by July I'd be gone from the first place I ever grew into a person
So I tried to stop time and any of its signs, short of refusing to move
So I put my beanie on and I kept it there for months
I couldn't bear to look t my uneven tufts
Or think about how just the act of existence kept me impermanent
So I put my beanie on and I kept it there for months
Displacement turned the culprit and I played the victim
But our roles got flipped
And I lost my fucking mind for eight months or nine
And maybe I'm still not fixed (you're never fixed)
And I'd like to think the downward slope that swallowed last year
Is far enough out of view
I'm not much of a believer, but I pray to whatever blind god
That "out of sight, out of mind" rings true
So I put my beanie on and I kept it there for months
I couldn't bear to look t my uneven tufts
Or think about how just the act of existence kept me impermanent
So I put my beanie on and I kept it there for months
And it's always the people you don't want to be like
Who recommend self-help books
Like that orange one, I forget what it's called
But I know there's a swear in the name (fuck)
Fear of change that made me feel like a mess for all these years
Turned me into a fuckup
And I'll live with that for the rest of my life
But I don't have to live like that for the rest of my life
So I put my beanie on and I kept it there for months
I couldn't bear to look t my uneven tufts
Or think about how just the act of existence kept me impermanent
So I put my beanie on and I kept it there for months
Sunday morning
Church bells shake the attic from next door
I'm getting used to it
Hoping it gets harder to notice than to ignore
I get that Headache in my chest
And the heartbeat in my brain
Just reminders of empty words
The fear and shame I felt when I still cared
About a man in the sky
Some eternal flames I'll burn in forever
Well, I hope the devil pays his gas bill on time
There are some things I can't explain
Even more that I can't change
But don't you dare give me
A design on life
The liars, the cheats, the hypocrites
And the monster that our parents fell for
Preaching to the choir
But it feels like they're kind of off key
And they'd hate their heroes if they ever met them
But what's it even fucking matter?
No-one can seem to remember what their words
Were even supposed to mean
I don't believe in the world
I believe in the story of us
And there's nothing you can do to take that away
And this goddamned genealogy has gotten us this far
More or less unscathed
And I think we're fine deciding our own fate
There are some things I can't explain
Even more that I can't change
But don't you dare give me
A design on life
There are some things I can't explain
Even more that I can't change
But don't you dare give me
A design on life
Bracing post-hardcore meets festival-ready rock on the Tokyo band's sharp new EP, mixed and mastered by Will Yip (Turnstile, Title Fight). Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 8, 2024