You Blew It - House Address текст песни

I'm a clenched fist,
distorted and clutching hope
beneath these two tired, broken wrists.
I'm tired of it.
I'm always running from this,
relentless in its dissonance.

Let's consider this something I won't soon forget.
Eventually, I've to get used to "remember when."

Hey man,
remember those nights in Richmond
and the way I never knew what they meant?
I'm tired of these toss-ups and all this feigned motivation,
but I've always felt fine singing in your basement.

Let's consider this something I won't soon forget.
Eventually, I've got to get used to "remember when."

I'm not the sum of my own parts,
Just a rough combination of the people I've met so far.

Let's consider this something I won't soon forget.
Eventually, I've got to get used to "remember when."