(One, two, three, four)
Again I’m stuck inside satellite imagery
This diorama spinning around ahead of me
Zoom in on my best friend in fifth grade's home to see
His family has removed a giant red oak tree
From the yard and my visual says it looks barren
Now and I’m wondering when they stopped caring
I haven’t spoken to any of 'em;
The sister, the brother, the father, the mother
The backyard slopes down just the way that it did
With a screen porch frustratingly hidden
There’s a limit; the memory exceeded
The limit; Nostalgia dеfeated
I wish I could be thеre to see it
All the times that you’ve had
All the good. All the bad
All the afters. All befores
Now, then, evermore
So, why?
Don't it provide you with some escape?
You had a bit of a revival once you saw the wake
How it left you with no quarter for your fears
'cause you’re living twenty-some-odd years ago
(Oh no, Woah Woah)
Cast off the future, you heard
(Woah Woah, Woah Woah)
The one ‘bout ‘No Future’, you could
(Woah Woah, Woah Woah)
Say that lane assist suits ya, but wouldja?
(Woah Woah, Woah Woah)
By all means flick it on
But don’t be disappointed
When you wake up tired
Sad, and disappointed
With yourself and all the
Shit! You can't seem to get done
Shit! You can't bring yourself to do
Shit! Zipped up in a Jansport
You’re carrying it with you when you go
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