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