Aster Ave Lyrics

I've been watching the moments swell to days

We so dispassionately waste

With every instance we debase so unconcerned

And I've been working on patience

Through the haze of my frustration

With the patterns that persist still yet unlearned

Whether it's back or head or chest, it's been relentless

No Providence required. Still, no smoke, no mirror, or tired gimmicks left

So to hell with the dead text

To hell with these cigarettes

To hell with the old world expectations left unmet

Cause we bleed and bruise

Trapped inside the confines of our rooms

We know a thing or two about these thoughts that intrude

We're all our own worst critics

Reigning heavyweight hypocrites

And we're all so damn committed to this shit that don't enrich

Cause the end comes on fast

So take a bow and raise a glass

Towards the shadows that we'll cast reflected back

Through hindsight's soft rose-tinted glass

With kindred passion and unrest we'll stand the test

Through heads of faulty wires

We exist to spark the fires they suppress

So to hell with the dead text

To hell with these cigarettes

To hell with the old world expectations left unmet

Cause we bleed and bruise

Trapped inside the confines of our rooms

We know a thing or two about these thoughts that intrude.