[ Featuring White Years ]
Nothing is the way it used to be
Nothing will be the way it is currently
Lots of things seem a little like they're permanent
Other things don't seem themselves
Nowhere is the path back to history
Nothing is the thing waiting there
Lately, I've been feeling like a cat in a turtleneck
Fundamentally affronted
No one is the answer to anything
Everyone's just answering themselves
Get a gut filled with candy
A head filled with fantasy
A heart with its head up its ass
You said, "This ain't the way that it used to be"
That's okay
"This ain't the way that it used to feel"
That's okay
"This shit is starting to get to me"
I understand
Everything changes except the ending
