Planned Obsolescence from Hiraeth by Twelve Days in June

Drive fast, let’s go
I don’t even care where to
Top down, wind blows
The setting sun yields to the moon
Through the hills of Portland
A sea of stars fills the sky
We shed our clothes
Holding each and it’s magical

We are made of parts not built to last
So don’t delay
Keep straight
One day these parts will fail
Don’t wait

Dim lights, small crowd
Gathered around an empty stage
Slow walk, sign in
White knuckles grip your guitar case
Deep breath and a shiver
Your hands are trembling
Heart pounds, your turn
What happens next is magical

We are made of parts not built to last
So don’t delay
Keep straight
One day these parts will fail
Don’t wait

When I’m older and I’m drawing shorter breaths
I’ll remember all the times I tried my best
There were skinned knees, there were surely broken hearts
So much better than a life full of regrets

Dream big, why not
Otherwise there’s no point in life
Log out, phones down
Fuck the haters and the clout chasers
I’m cynical and jaded
My generation had to be
This world is fucked
So let’s be part of something magical

We are made of parts not built to last
But I’m afraid
These days
Someday these parts will fail
Don't wait

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