Shit (Jansport)

(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