we waste our days on old rooftops joining our old forlorn cores giving back our borrowed time talking theory theory of minds i can t stand this place any more than you can i can t stand this place any more than you can staring past the sparrows perched to somethin we waste our days with sunburnt skin kissing ours and caving in these rooftops will grow again these rooftops will grow again but i but i id rather grow old on the sea than wither on the l i d rather play my piecemeal music than mimic a charlatan it s a pretty fucked up thing you said it s a pretty fucked up thing you said it s a pretty fucked up way to live intense your right arm the good one or say it to my face we re separate but the same i can t distinguish us we re separate but the same i can t distinguish us we re separate but the same i can t distinguish us
['alternative emo', 'anthem emo', 'dreamo', 'emo', 'midwest emo', 'new jersey indie']