First Responder from Endless by Holding Patterns

Once so proud and tall
It’s worse not expecting falls
Don’t think of it as home
Don’t think of it as anything
When we’re just out of reach

Put out a call for your last name
But the calls keep coming back to me
Around we searched for hours
We looked for days until we dropped
Remember this
You know

Fresh set of bandages
Replacement eyes and ears
We chalked the lines
We walked them out
As birthdays came and went
Without you there
And say to yourself
"This’ll be perfect when I’m done.
If I’m ever done"

Waste an hour or two
Staring up at six of six
Brave or brazen
She was a little bit of both
A torn-up sketchbook
Of yesterday’s forgotten future
Some 50ft high heaven
A shrine to blinking lights

Put out a call for your last name
But the calls keep coming back to me

By intimate design
Far too bold to be lifeless
As they tear you down
They’ll judge on the lives you took
Not the time you saved

So hard to see this go
Struck off the map
And now we’re floating debris in the breeze
An island only

Put out a call for your last name
But the calls keep coming back to me

• Punk
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• indie
• indie rock
• math rock
• Derby