Dead Poets Lyrics

I close the tab

Got a headache and a heart break

17 won't pay me back

Tripped on the past

This older October

Crawling over broken glass

Oh no

I'm raging down these roads

I'm still running dead poets

Got me frozen in motion

Head full of steam from the night before

I still have my regrets

No suburbia cleanse ever made it make sense

Could ever make these shoes unworn

Oh

So pour out the gin

For the exes and the messes

Our unfinished basements

Don't turn around

To see all the people

Waving as you're burning out

Oh no

I smile through the smoke

I'm still running dead poets

Got me frozen in motion

Head full of steam from the night before

I still have my regrets

No suburbia cleanse ever made it make sense

Could ever make these shoes unworn (oh, oh)

It's a phantom ache

It's just the way I'm wired (just the way I'm wired)

Now I take the bate, but I used to be inspired (used to be inspired, babe)

No skin in the game,

No dog in that race

Can't seem to change, I can't seem to change

I'm still running dead poets

Got me frozen in motion

Head full of steam from the night before

I still have my regrets

No suburbia cleanse ever made it make sense

Could ever make these shoes unworn (oh, oh)