Skinny Atlas - Everything Gets Old lyrics

[Verse 1: Dylan Owen] Driving down the interstate, it's 2 am I'm infinite Wondering if I can make this last before it finishes These front porches haven't taken down their Christmas sh**, from last year They want more from life, if it exists I guess we're all looking forward to us shining A couple holidays from now we'll all be fine when We finally get a chance to walk along horizons Or we're bored of trying, organized, and 45 and tired We were shopping mall pilgrims, outlaws at yard sales We wrote our names in ash and cigarettes on guardrails So if they do report me missing and my car bails I was 21 the day the engine in my heart failed Someday I wanna leave the state, move away and gone Every wrinkle in my face says I'm aging wrong Wake up in a diner playing 80s graduation songs And start to wonder if my generation's days are lost Orchestrate the horns, tires hit the rain I'm driving singing prayers that I compiled on the way Cause heaven's just a car crash away from real life Until then I'll never know what paradise feels like [Chorus: Dylan Owen] Yeah, well everything gets old Everything gets dusty, everything gets cold Until we do it all again without the interruptions And no longer can recognize the houses we grew up in Yeah, well everything gets old Everything gets vintage, everything lets go Until tomorrow when we find a better way to end the century And suddenly we recognize the people that we're meant to be [Verse 2: Dylan Owen] As I'm driving down the interstate, it's 4 am I'm infinite Wondering if I can make this last before it finishes Is this great stillness all we're really out to find? Is there a pot of gold at the end of the power lines? We hopped fences, over garage centers and Hopelessly lost tenants of the parking lot perspective Tired of broken Hondas, tires that blow up on us Someday we'll grow up and be local rock legends Who stopped pretending, I don't wanna be that lost Convinced my ticket out isn't a scratch off We found hope in a melody, it was just a riff The song says there's more to life, but it's just a myth [Bridge: Dylan Owen] Speeding past the gallery of lights Lead me off into the blanket of the night Because I would rather crash my car on purpose Than grow up to be a person who's unhappy with an accidental life When everything gets old, everything gets dusty, everything gets cold We'll finally do it all again without the interruptions And we'll no longer recognize the houses we grew up in [Chorus: Dylan Owen]