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lyrics
I'm not good enough to call myself a perfectionist
Without admitting I'm sad all the time
Well, do you want to talk about how ourselves in past tense
Ruin everything we want out of life?
And every year we seem to find more to regret
Everyone, a potential ghost
And there's enough of them walking the halls in my head
I've figured out what I miss the most
Is some fucking space
(A little piece of emptiness)
And as the world spins on its axis
We're stranded on the road
Starry nights in the middle of nowhere
You might call it home
But these ghost towns don't scare us
Anymore
Well, do we get old too fast
Or grow up too slow?
I wasted half of sixteen denying the present
And the other denying the past
And I told myself
To grow up is to fall in love with everything you've lost
The things you'll never get back
That it hurts when you come to realise
It's about everything you can't undo or forget
And we kneel and pray
For the good old days
When we didn't have a past to regret
But I'm so tired
(of running from myself)
And as the world spins on its axis
We're stranded on the road
Starry nights in the middle of nowhere
You might call it home
But these ghost towns don't scare us
Anymore
Well, do we get old too fast
Or grow up too slow?
I'm starting to stop holding my conscience hostage
And living in dead memories
And what if the promised land is an arid desert
Where, unchained from what made you, you're free?
I'm starting to stop holding my conscience hostage
And living in dead memories
And what if the promised land is an arid desert
Where, unchained from what made you, you're free?
I'm starting to stop holding my conscience hostage
And living in dead memories
And what if the promised land is an arid desert
Where, unchained from what made you, you're free?
I'm starting to stop holding my conscience hostage
And living in dead memories
And what if the promised land is an arid desert
Where, unchained from what made you, you're free?
And as the world spins on its axis
(So let go of the smoke in your lungs)
We're stranded on the road
Starry nights in the middle of nowhere
(It's been grey and cold)
You might call it home
But these ghost towns don't scare us
(When I light the match)
Anymore
(We can get some sleep)
Well, do we get old too fast
(I wouldn't trade a thing for this)
Or grow up too slow?
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