as it sharpens and it s shimmering every cut a song all the inner voices whispering say i ve done it wrong i got mine to say let it go when it dies as the pressure starts to escalate be your father found lack the patience when i m desperate never make a sound i got mine to say let it go when it dies you don t have a thing less a little magic little mystery never did no harm i ain t talkin if you twisted me you could break my arm i got mine to say let it go when it dies you don t have a thing less i got through a ways i can tell when it dies i know how to take it better days you bet on these the company that you keep better days you bet on these the company that you keep better days you bet on these the company that you keep better days you bet on these the company that you keep better days you bet on these the company that you keep better days you bet on these the company that you keep
['emo', 'emo punk', 'kc indie', 'midwest emo', 'pop punk', 'post-hardcore']