You Blew It! - House Address lyrics

I'm a clenched fist, distorted and clutching hope beneath these two tired, broken wrists. I'm tired of it. I'm always running from this, relentless in its dissonance. Let's consider this something I won't soon forget. Eventually, I've to get used to "remember when." Hey man, remember those nights in Richmond and the way I never knew what they meant? I'm tired of these toss-ups and all this feigned motivation, but I've always felt fine singing in your basement. Let's consider this something I won't soon forget. Eventually, I've got to get used to "remember when." I'm not the sum of my own parts, Just a rough combination of the people I've met so far. Let's consider this something I won't soon forget. Eventually, I've got to get used to "remember when."