[Verse 1]
(The only way) To hang in this house
Is in the places where the previous owner put nails
Unintentional curators, co-collaborators
(And we own a house, hey!) In Colchester Town
We have been here for a while now
Well we know how to build a scene from scratch
Even though we can't build anything else
[Chorus]
I am now the age that you were
When you were my age, and I still can’t do DIY
I don't want to conform to your little norms
I just wanna hang a picture frame
For beautiful art, to add to the ambience
Of this room if I choose
[Verse 2]
(The only way) To make cash in this job
Is to pack up your possessions and live on the road
Unintentional explorers, I'm not saying touring’s boring
(But I miss my house, hey!) In Colchester Town
I ain't been there for a while now
Well I can hide away with ones that I love
And not care about anything else
[Chorus]
I am now the age that you were
When you were my age, and I still can't do DIY
I don't want to conform to your little norms
I just wanna hang a picture frame
For beautiful art, to add to the ambience
Of this room if I choose
[Verse 3]
Fake it 'til you make it or you make a mistake
This stage is your place you placing your faith
In muscle memory
Practice makes perfect sense in theory
But theory is lost on me
I give it everything but everything gives
At times I base my life on words written in rhyme
By creators who either grew up to be legends
Or fucking disgraces
[Verse 4]
The day-to-day is posting merch
Post-gig statuses, post-gig hurt
Chasing engagement, you're hunting for
Lost T-shirts
But I swear that I wouldn't change a thing
Apart from maybe the things that I would change
I wish I didn't care about numbers so much
I wish we had more Spotify plays
[Chorus]
I am now the age that you were
When you were my age, and I still can’t do DIY
I don’t want to conform to your little norms
I just wanna hang a picture frame
For beautiful art, to add to the ambience
Of this room if I choose
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
