Spring was coming to the suburbs freshman year
And we were setting up an email for the band
In your basement with the partial drumstick duct-taped to the wall
The only one you'd broken yet back then
The first time that we played before a crowd
The stage was on the football field in May
A bittersweet 90s indie song
I kept the lyrics on my laces for a while
I was fresh out of the middle school halls
Ibuprofen and convoluted Google Docs
I was hoping for a miracle or maybe just a pick-me-up
It didn't really matter what
It worked out somewhere down the line
I've got about as many Fun Dips as there's water-into-wine
Leaving feels an awful lot like dying
When you're leaving all the pieces of your life
ACTs and climbing trees
And shaky first kisses in my CRV
And choir robes and electric guitars
And suburban light-polluted stars
Leaving feels an awful lot like dying
But I could be wrong, I don't know what it's like to die
And I don't think about the afterlife
That might just be the Protestant in me
I guess I think that it's kind of not my business
My hope is God will just take care of it for me
But until then, my life is up to me
Until then my life is up to me
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Spring was coming to the suburbs freshman year
And we were setting up an email for the band
In your basement with the partial drumstick duct-taped to the wall
The only one you'd broken yet back then
The first time that we played before a crowd
The stage was on the football field in May
A bittersweet 90s indie song
I kept the lyrics on my laces for a while
I was fresh out of the middle school halls
Ibuprofen and convoluted Google Docs
I was hoping for a miracle or maybe just a pick-me-up
It didn't really matter what
It worked out somewhere down the line
I've got about as many Fun Dips as there's water-into-wine
Leaving feels an awful lot like dying
When you're leaving all the pieces of your life
ACTs and climbing trees
And shaky first kisses in my CRV
And choir robes and electric guitars
And suburban light-polluted stars
Leaving feels an awful lot like dying
But I could be wrong, I don't know what it's like to die
And I don't think about the afterlife
That might just be the Protestant in me
I guess I think that it's kind of not my business
My hope is God will just take care of it for me
But until then, my life is up to me
Until then my life is up to me
And we were setting up an email for the band
In your basement with the partial drumstick duct-taped to the wall
The only one you'd broken yet back then
The first time that we played before a crowd
The stage was on the football field in May
A bittersweet 90s indie song
I kept the lyrics on my laces for a while
I was fresh out of the middle school halls
Ibuprofen and convoluted Google Docs
I was hoping for a miracle or maybe just a pick-me-up
It didn't really matter what
It worked out somewhere down the line
I've got about as many Fun Dips as there's water-into-wine
Leaving feels an awful lot like dying
When you're leaving all the pieces of your life
ACTs and climbing trees
And shaky first kisses in my CRV
And choir robes and electric guitars
And suburban light-polluted stars
Leaving feels an awful lot like dying
But I could be wrong, I don't know what it's like to die
And I don't think about the afterlife
That might just be the Protestant in me
I guess I think that it's kind of not my business
My hope is God will just take care of it for me
But until then, my life is up to me
Until then my life is up to me
Writer: Katie Garner
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