I'm so tired of walking through the snow-covered streets of small town Minnesota. I'd rather be sitting in the snow-covered parking lot behind Whole Foods. I'd rather be on that bench Walgreens where I used to sit alone listening to music on my phone, and thinking about all those faces I wouldn't see again, thinking about all those places I could never miss.
So I'll cut off all my hair. I'll close my eyes for a couple more years. I'll try hard and maybe I'll survive. I guess I'll see you there, even if there means nowhere. That's just fine. I'll fall behind. I don't care.
I've been thinking about University Avenue. Thinking about every one of you. I'm trying to figure out any other way out. I need to know, I need to go, and I need it now. Save me a seat, and save me a bullet just in case I change my mind. I've got nowhere else to run to, so maybe it's just a matter of time.
So I'll cut off all my hair. I'll close my eyes for a couple more years. I'll try hard and maybe I'll survive. I guess I'll see you there, even if there means nowhere. That's just fine. I'll fall behind. I don't care.
So I'll rip out my hair. I'll close my eyes for a couple more years. I'll try hard and maybe I'll survive. I guess I'll see you there, even if there means nowhere. That's just fine. I'll fall behind, and I'll rip out all my hair. I'll close my eyes for a couple more years. I'll try hard and maybe I'll survive. I hope I see you there. That's just fine. I'll fall behind. I don't care.
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