Dear trouble, don't pull me under
I'm sick of feeling introvert, feeling any way but normal
Stuck inside this vacant space in time
Mass consumption then injects and stops me getting past
Now i'm coughing up my mass blood, breaking tendencies in thought
I always struggle with the idea my life is spent practicing my aim
And it will always be the same
Our fathers were patrons at an early age, what are we?
Forever looking back on our own misery
We fall into impossibles,
Stumble through inevitables
These situations were never going to make us work
I have piles of unread texts, scripts and fictions I neglect
It haunts me in my maturity, makes it hard to sleep
I always struggle with the idea my life is spent practicing my aim
Who measures achievement?
Do we really need it?
It's hardwired into our nature but our world isn't built on perfect stature
We can't neglect our past but to dwell it makes us certain to spill
And then our troubles will pull
We're all stuck ten years behind
Adult age with younger minds
We all live a lifetime apart , at different points with flying starts
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Found this album at a time I was in the habit of having a bad dream about you and me. It's great, the song's great, the band's great, corn dogs are probably mid at best. vincentavatar
Taking cues from Midwestern emo and early ’10 pop punk, this Leeds, UK outfit are full of heart— not to mention hooks. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 21, 2022