last longer from surprise time by tinmouth

take a picture as yr memory starts to fade
was it something that you felt
or was it something you made?

re-read a book that once meant so much to me
could not re-kindle what it once inspired in me
the words were blurred i could not follow the plot
in between the chapters, there’s so much i forgot

avoid detection, til someone calls my bluff
avoid perfection, such a burden, not enough
hold the lecture, doesn’t matter what you’ve seen
withhold conjecture, i’m not gonna come clean

sang a song of sorrow, we sang a song of loss
we sang with feeling, but no meaning came across
the melody came easily, but the words were out of tune
the rhythm came so naturally, but it all ended too soon

it’s who we are
it’s what we are

• Rock
• indie rock
• Philadelphia