Don’t call me next week
I think I’ll be busy all summer
It’s better if we don’t speak
And you’ll be glad we didn’t in September
So when you see me raise my hand
Ignore the dirt under my fingernails
Remember I’m not average
And fitting in here is pass or fail
Now I’m digging holes in my backyard
So I’m ready to climb back up
From the moment at which I decide
Not to keep my mouth shut anymore
Anymore
It’s already next year
What have I been doing all summer
And will you still think I’m weird
If I don’t break the silence by December
So when you look me in the eye
Ignore the way that I’m not looking back
Remember I’m not mean
When the medians and modes attack
I’ve been digging holes in my backyard
Even though I know I shouldn’t
Because they’re easier for me to fill
And to climb out from than the one that I put my foot in
I don’t think I’m coming out to play
I don't think I'm coming out to play
It feels like starting over every day
Feels like starting over every day
Feels like starting over every day
Feels like starting over every day
Feels like starting over yeah
Every day
Every day
Fans of the Hold Steady and the Replacements are bound to fall in love with these crunchy, big-hearted indie rock anthems. Bandcamp New & Notable May 15, 2019