No EQ - Into It. Over It.

Born too late

You’ll always find my interests remain intact just behind the times

A waste of space

Inspired sound and blueprints, but piece by piece, they all fall in line

To what has been addressed as what you’ve been after man

It’s just like me to recover, one another, I’m another

Impressed by how I’ve balanced out

Leveled up and laying down on the concrete beside your house

So can you trace this distance from me to you so I could etch this on my spine?

Replace my face with just a blurry memory, you must be kidding me,

my busted mouth, I’ve come to find less creative ways to speak my mind

And you’ve messed with with what you’ve been after man

It’s just like me to recover, one another, I’m another

Impressed by how we’ve balanced out

Leveled up and laying down down

Nostalgia’s been strewn around

On the concrete beside your house

Nostalgia’s been strewn around

On the concrete beside your house

My aching brain doesn’t process things the same

At 30, muscles fade, but in 20 years, I’ve barely changed

Does this check list for the restless paint the evening scene of what you took

from me?

An aching brain doesn’t process things the same

At 30, muscles fade, in 20 years how you have changed

An aching brain doesn’t focus quite the same

As 30 minutes fade into 20 years, how could I change?

An aching brain doesn’t process things the same

At 30, muscles fade, in 20 years how you have changed

An aching brain doesn’t focus quite the same

As 30 minutes fade into 20 years, how could I change?