Fogdancing from The Forest by Moonraker

It’s hard to toe the line
In these tattered ballet slippers of mine
It’s hard to know all the steps
When you don’t know the first thing
The first thing about confidence

It’s hard to keep up the lies
Like all those times I said I was fine
It’s hard to see through the grayscale
when all the roads in town just circle back to Pleasantville

They’re questioning the authenticity
Of these blurry photos of me and I get it
'Cause I want to believe
But I just wanted to be someone other than me

Now I don’t know your address
'Cause you only live in the past
And it’s hard for it to not catch up
Even if you run all night
'Cause the past runs like clockwork
And I just run on spite

These jeans don’t fit me like they used to
And these genes don't fit me like they used to
These dreams don’t fit me like they used to

They’re questioning the authenticity
Of these blurry photos of me and I get it
'Cause I want to believe
But I just wanted to be someone other than me
Yeah I get it

• California punk
• Punk
• pop punk
• punk rock
• skate punk
• Santa Clarita