Trading Punches from Late Teens by Press Club

There’s no escape
nothing’s coming easy
I’m not folding neatly anymore

I’m deflated
everything is eating at me
Everyone is turning to stone

I wouldn’t give it away
I wouldn’t give it cause
I know where we came from
I know where we came from

I’ve been hated
But everything is worse when
I’m just trading punches with myself

I’m insane
I do everything on purpose
too late to give my reason to you now

I wouldn’t give it away
I wouldn’t give it cause
I know where we came from
I know where we came from

I couldn’t give it away
I couldn’t give it cause
I know where we came from
I know where we came from
I know where we came from

• Punk
• Rock
• indie rock
• punk rock
• Brunswick