from hazy days to something real too far in to walk away though i think i know the deal i watched her face turn white to red and then it hit me she said i ve seen enough i know you re a dying breed go to meet samantha picture what i ve missed the most her garfield ave and all the record stores the shady dives we d haunt as ghosts i draw my coat closed and bound up the stairs cause i m back from the war feel the fear setting in can t relate anymore then i m met with a note stuck with gum to the door you re not alone welcome home we dropped into the sofa the ugly scenes are gone you can t stay mad that long some brains are just wired wrong we talk about the weather and the color clouds are lined you re bored i m counting time i got thirty days behind me catch a cab on lyndale heading downtown past block e it s all cleaned up there s no more moby dick s this place ain t what it used to be and yet i m still me in from the cold reminded i m unhip when my fingers are thawed i m still losing my grip i keep standing and sitting and thumbing my chip it s heads no and tails go we dropped into the sofa the ugly scenes are gone you can t stay mad that long some brains are just wired wrong we talk about the weather and the color clouds are lined you re bored i m counting time i got thirty days behind me
['alternative emo', 'melodic hardcore', 'minneapolis punk', 'orgcore', 'power-pop punk', 'skate punk']