I came out through the front door. I think I left the lights on. I'm sick of saying sorry. I'm sick of being sorry. Everybody says that I should grow up, cheer up, get a life. I've given up too many times. It seems like things will never change, yet I can never be the same. This town burns holes into my brain.
I came out through the front door. I think I left the lights on. I'm sick of saying sorry. I'm sick of being sorry. I need to make this feeling last, because once the anger's gone I'm gonna want you back, and I don't want to want you back.
Sometimes you still cross my mind, and it still kills me every time. I know you didn't even try. One of these days when I'm driving by your house I'm gonna close my eyes. Then I'll crash my car, and then I'll die.
I came out through the front door. I think I left the lights on. I'm sick of saying sorry. I'm sick of being sorry. I need to make this feeling last, because once the anger's gone I'm gonna want you back. I don't wanna want you back.
I don't wanna you back.
I came out through the front door. I left the lights on.
Epitaph Records will be matching all pre-orders of “Always Foreign” with a donation to The Immigrant Defense Project. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 28, 2017