Lyrics
Fresh off losing my religion
And doubling down on disillusionment
The autumn ends but I'm still picking off
Layers of summer's dead skin
Well it's not party-punk songs about the weekend anymore, is it?
It's panic attacks and filling prescriptions
Short changing myself and paying the difference
Conflicting logical truth and emotional fiction
Sometimes I miss it...
But that was then
And this is the continuous now
And you'll be pushed forward whether or not
You pick your feet up off the ground
No part of this picture is set in cement
From what you've already forgotten
To what you hold sacred
They replaced the trees with condo complexes
And turned our root beer stand into a Dunkin'
And only for a check
Nowhere is exempt, nothing is exempt
'Cause that was then
And this is the continuous now
And you'll be pushed forward whether or not
You pick your feet up off the ground
When I left home, I felt fully grown
Secure in those I loved and the things that I knew
Until the seasons changed and I felt the carpet pull out from under me
When I left home I felt fully grown
Secure in those I loved and the things that I knew
Until the summer came and I found out
I didn't know a fucking thing
(I didn't know a fucking thing)
That was then
And this is the continuous now
That was then
And this is the continuous now
This is the overwhelming, terrifying
Unrelenting, mortifying
This is the wonderful
Beautiful, perpetual...