Dark Days

In the bedroom squinting at a photo

Undeveloped, yeah, I know how that goes

Dark days

But we can still make out what's going on

In the basement listening to a phono

Obsolete, yeah, I know how that goes

Dark days

But we can still make out what's going on

I haven't read a fucking book in years

But I start 'em all the time

Then take one of a million paths

That just dead ends in my mind

I haven't ran a fucking mile in years

But I think about it all the time

Then start one of a million shows

And that washes out my mind

You can't go back

You can't go back

In the bedroom squinting at a photo

Undeveloped, yeah, I know how that goes

Dark days

But we can still make out what's going on

In the basement listening to a phono

Obsolete, yeah, I know how that goes

Dark days

But we can still make out what's going on

Oh, no

You can't go back

You can't go back

In the bedroom squinting at a photo

Undeveloped, yeah, I know how that goes

Dark days

But we can still make out what's going on

In the basement listening to a phono

Obsolete, yeah, I know how that goes

Dark days

But we can still make out what's going on

We can still make out what's going on

We can still make out what's going on