gg from *swish* by Good Game

We grew up in the backs of cars
We grew up in the backs of yards
No shoe displaced on the dashboard
Or fairy tale unimagined
And somehow
Nostalgia sits so far out of reach
Today is wonderful

They tell you you shouldn't eat your feelings;
Concerning the matter, I feel nothing.
And don't erase the parts of yourself you're too afraid to forget

And stay up all night
Make fire out of window pane
And tie it in a knot just to prove you're able

They tell you not to spit in the dirt
But when the dirt spits back
You'll sit idly by and rearrange

And I feel nothing for once.

They say you shouldn't eat your feelings;
Concerning the matter, I feel nothing.
I feel nothing.

• Rock
• math pop
• math rock
• progressive
• Pennsylvania