Lyrics
Even in our worst work week we’re still better than your holidays
Planned a life 'til twenty-three, sleep a week and wake up twenty-eight
But it’s not about the songs you write to watermark these years
It’s an old archive of tapes and CD-Rs of all your fears
Bury us out in the suburbs or scatter our ashes in Lake Ontario
We can laugh at the punches as soon as we’re done (?)
Everything you can build is just dirt in the ground so play every song you love
fucking loud
All these cities are people you make your own
Bury us out in the suburbs or scatter our ashes in Lake Ontario
Bury us out in the suburbs or scatter our ashes in Lake Ontario
Bury us out in the suburbs or scatter our ashes in Lake Ontario
Bury us out in the suburbs or scatter our ashes in Lake Ontario