I was a boy in his head
Forever toeing the line
Those barriers in my mind
That keep me down, uneasy
I’d worry about the future
Would I still feel so useless?
In many ways I’m moving
So how am I still here?
When does it get better?
I’ve tried to be better?
Does it ever get any easier?
Am I broken forever?
And why am I complaining?
It feels so lame to say it
When I got over my fixation on death
When that romance ended, and I had all this time left
I could start to understand myself, I began to learn
But still that nagging question, what the fuck am I worth?
I know it’s all in my mind
That self worth is subjective
That the world is what you make it
Still I can’t help but notice
That everyone seems so down
Everyone’s digging a hole
Whether they know it or not
And it’s taking a toll
So when does it get better?
When does it get better?
Are we this fucked forever?
Are we this fucked forever?
I ain’t a nihilist no more
And there’s no point in keeping score
To point out all the pointless facts
That hold us down and keep us back
Classic emo sing-a-longs trade blows with tormented post-hardcore passages on the Brooklyn outfit's powerful sophomore LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 3, 2024