I wanna feel the sunburn.
Man, I'd kill to feel anything.
To distract me from anxiety.
A different kind of pain.
So don't pass the sunscreen.
Don't feel bad for me.
I could lay here for hours.
It's nothing new to feel the sting.
Let the waves crash over me.
Let the tide pull me in.
So I can see, in this moment,
If I miss this.
I wanna be back there again.
At a house by the sand.
Chilling with a couple friends,
And a case that never ends.
But no, back here again.
No one seems to listen.
They can't stop for a second.
They're always moving.
Don't they know there's a world outside?
Are they even happy? So content?
They think they have their whole lives,
But that's the problem.
They think they have time.
I don't wanna waste away.
I don't know if I want to stay.
I don't want to stay.
I don't wanna waste away.
But it's these four words that haunt me everyday:
Nothing gold can stay.
Bracing post-hardcore meets festival-ready rock on the Tokyo band's sharp new EP, mixed and mastered by Will Yip (Turnstile, Title Fight). Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 8, 2024