Texty: Fireworks. Gospel. Life Is Killing Me.

My heart feels young
My body feels old
My mind just feels like it's trying to please them both
Left my back on the kitchen floor where we laid
And my feet have been running from
The places I have been
Pessimism, you're on my side
My old friend
You make the bad come as a notion
Once again

Sometimes "why?" is a question
That I wish I never even learned
They say to go with my gut
But there's a hole that I can't keep shut

I wear fucked on my sleeve
I hate what I can't change
There's a difference between running from something
And searching for anything
Pessimism, you're on my side
My old friend
You make the bad come as a notion
Once again
And the good as holy as a downpour
After all, rain dances left us
Begging to capture more

Sometimes "why?" is a question
That I wish I never even learned
They say to go with my gut
But there's a hole that I can't keep shut

It would kill me to tell you
That this country got the best of my morals
It would kill me to tell you
How to fix your sins
I won't feel like the one

Sometimes "why?" is a question
That I wish I never even learned
They say to go with my gut
But there's a hole that I can't keep shut