oldies station

Twenty One Pilots

Only consistency in your periphery
Is fear and the bridge of your nose
And as you move about
You learn to tune them 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
Mhmm

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
Mhm-mhm

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

Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh