Hey, sister what's your rush
to get across the parking lot they paved
only yesterday?
The stores aren't open yet,
and there's nothing but naked mannequins
with no instructions told to them.
Nor do they greet us
with plastered smiles I suspect you've learned to imitate
to my dismay.
You've grown so far from everything I expected.
Don't you dare think I hate you for that.
On the contrary, in fact,
I want you to fill my shoes every day I'm gone.
Gotta gotta give it up, you gotta give it up.
You've gotta grow up some day.
You can't stay the same forever;
this was bound to happen eventually.
Don't say you'll miss me.
Give yourself just two months' time;
I'll be out of your mind completely.
But I want you to know
that you're not just a notch in my bedpost.
Don't consider me down for the count.
I'll do the same for you,
and when I come home,
we'll reminisce of all the things that we went through like the night you told me
"Gotta gotta give it up, you gotta give it up.
You've gotta grow up some day.
You can't stay the same forever."
But I made excuses and I
Run, run, run away
from everything that makes me shiver
when its one hundred degrees outside.
When I'm king of that castle, there will be no queen.
When I'm king of that castle, I won't forget you.
Rising Philadelphia band balance oversized pop punk hooks with vivid, intimate lyrics, presenting a raw, honest vision of guitar music. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2022