Little Victories

the oldies station

the bridge of your nose

periphery

to tune out

to have nothing in the tank

relative pain

to purge

to make an oath

to make mistakes

to start a streak

to break a streak

when darkness rolls on you

to push on through

to manage your pace

to find your capacity

to embrace

to be in a season

to learn what you can take

to learn what you can't take

to add some years

to build some trust

to feel your eyes adjust

to have it down

to fight for survival

to be in the crowd

dance recital

"OLDIES STATION" by 21 Pilots

Only consistency in your periphery
Is fear and the bridge of your nose
And as you move about
You learn to tune 'em out
But they say they continue to grow

Fear of the past and relative pain
Future's coming fast, you've got nothing in the tank

In a season of purging things you used to love
Everything must go, mm-hmm

Make an oath then make mistakes
Start a streak you're bound to break
When darkness rolls on you
Push on through
Push on through

Then before you know, you lose some people close
Forcing you to manage your pace
Found your capacity for love and tragedy
Embracing how things always change

You've had your turns with relative pain
Little less concerned when there's nothing in the tank

In a season of lessons learned in giving up
You learn what you can and can't take, mm-hmm

Add some years, build some trust
You start to feel your eyes adjust
When darkness rolls on you
Push on through
Push on through

You don't quite mind
You don't quite mind
You don't quite mind how long red lights are taking
(Push on through)
Your favorite song was on the oldies station
(Push on through)
You have it down
That old fight for survival
(Push on through)
You're in the crowd at her first dance recital
(Push on through)

Make an oath then make mistakes
Start a streak you're bound to break
When darkness rolls on you
Push on through