The ceiling is leaking over me.
The floor is pulsating.
I breath inconsistent, rhythmically.
My head is growing heavy
From the overwhelming lethargy.
It's almost like a guilty comfort knowing
That no matter if I keep up or stay fucking still
I know the world will move on with or without me.
A bad couple days turned into weeks,
And I'm just stuck here killing my time with Nintendo.
I'm only getting older, as if time really was "of the essence".
I'm trying to do more than just wait it out.
Trying to keep up, but it's sinking in
I'm kinda paralyzed by anxiety,
The feeling of abnormality,
It's got me stuck here, it's got me stuck right here!
Sometimes reality is stagnant, what can you do?
Everyday's the fucking same, yeah, what can you do?
When it feels like everybody's got this shit under control,
And you're hitting brick walls trying to maintain a fucking home
You can quit another job
Take another loan
You can try to find a better home
You can tell off all your friends
You can move away again
You can write the same song twenty-five more times.
Epitaph Records will be matching all pre-orders of “Always Foreign” with a donation to The Immigrant Defense Project. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 28, 2017
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