100Punk

I'll always wonder if you started younger Could you put out the fire in the field? Before it bloomed, overtook, overgrew Made a crisp of your crop, made you feel sad Like it's all you had Like the final sequence of your favorite season Of your fucking favorite show Like the spinning sound of your ceiling fan hum It's the static voice of a drone Get up and try it over Call in sick to find some closure All this cake, but where's the party? You tuned it out before The longer you ignore, the worse it gets I feel the creep creeping in The longer you ignore, the worse it gets I feel the creep living within I saw it on paper, it cut like a razor I don't know why, but I'm convinced And I'll tell you what I feel, got in the gut And I got no return, no amends And now that summer's over Common sense returns for a murder I let it in and now I'm sober I'm bleeding out but, baby, maybe you were right Sad but I'm not sorry All this cake, but where's the party? I'm twenty minutes late Pulling up feeling hardly, hardly there, oh I can't eat nearly as much as I want to vomit The longer you ignore, the worse it gets I feel the creep creeping in The longer you ignore, the worse it gets I feel the creep creeping in The longer you ignore, the worse it gets I feel the creep creeping in The longer you ignore, the worse it gets I feel the creep living within The violent phase of a dying sun To paraphrase everything, everyone Meets their end, no song unsung Fast forward the sequel, I'm already done