punk
acoustic
folk
pop punk
wishing well collective
Story behind the song
This song is about a lot of things. One day I was sitting in class and I began to wonder what would happen if our society came to an abrupt end. I wondered what archaeologists and anthropologists would conclude about my room. Would they actually understand my life? Would they read too far into mundane things? Would they assume the large amounts of empty water bottles served some greater purpose?
Lyrics
i ran two miles and then i fell right back to the top of that hill and then i started it all over again (for the 3rd time). repetition seems so bland but progress seems cliche. i cant help but not advance the goals and bring them to their grave.
memories and histories dug and buried 'till their past. left to hold and cherish but they'll never be brought back. i ran circles on the cul-de-sac of the memories now lost. sought to be discovered by some ancient historian, running from dig to dig.
one day he'll find my room. will he ponder over all the notes and words left underneath the rug? will he see the empty bottles of h2o and search for the meaning of yet another half finished song, thinking about a grander scheme not imaging a life so bleak. as he glorifies the history he seeks to recognize objectively but failing as he does.
it's two am and again, again i try to fall down. down the road with up-slopes and shaky handrails (i lost my footing once and now i'm losing it again). i'll ride the tram back to the top and start all over again...hitting that damn G chord for the twenty thousandth time.
as i seek out the perfect harmony and realize that i've failed. i've given off impressions i never meant to give. and now ill sing a song about it that i wrote at two am.