Lyrics

Hasn’t felt like home in years this filter faded over time
less of the same faces at the same bars every wasted night
try to live with all that tension we created on a dime
No sense of self in the foundation of someone else’s frame of mind

and
it’s been over
Since I was spilling drinks in the I.E
Knew there’s something else to do but try and break my younger being

One point perspective, your small world clearly created a small mind
Crabs pulling each other back into a barrel going blind
Couldn’t get, 3 kids of color with guitars and drums trying
Fuck your coffee, tobacco, pixilated wolves skill’s crime