100Punk

I'll always wonder if you started younger
Could you put out the fire in the field?
Before it bloomed, overtook, overgrew
Made a crisp of your crop, made you feel sad

Like it's all you had

Like the final sequence of your favorite season
Of your fucking favorite show
Like the spinning sound of your ceiling fan hum
It's the static voice of a drone

Get up and try it over
Call in sick to find some closure
All this cake, but where's the party?
You tuned it out before

The longer you ignore, the worse it gets
I feel the creep creeping in
The longer you ignore, the worse it gets
I feel the creep living within

I saw it on paper, it cut like a razor
I don't know why, but I'm convinced
And I'll tell you what I feel, got in the gut
And I got no return, no amends

And now that summer's over
Common sense returns for a murder
I let it in and now I'm sober
I'm bleeding out but, baby, maybe you were right

Sad but I'm not sorry
All this cake, but where's the party?
I'm twenty minutes late
Pulling up feeling hardly, hardly there, oh

I can't eat nearly as much as I want to vomit

The longer you ignore, the worse it gets
I feel the creep creeping in
The longer you ignore, the worse it gets
I feel the creep creeping in

The longer you ignore, the worse it gets
I feel the creep creeping in
The longer you ignore, the worse it gets
I feel the creep living within

The violent phase of a dying sun
To paraphrase everything, everyone
Meets their end, no song unsung
Fast forward the sequel, I'm already done