We've listened long enough. Let's take the blindfolds off.
We're gonna grow up if it takes us all damn night.
Go where we mustn't go. Learn things we shouldn't know.
Come close to death just to verify our lives.
Rip up the cash we can't afford to spend.
And then burn down the block so we can't go home again.
Hit rewind then push record.
Delete the past so we have to look forward.
Whatcha gonna lose next if you don't have a thing left?
You've gotta tear it all down to find where it starts at.
You'll hear yourself when everyone is gone
and make the most of where you're at when there's nowhere left to run.
Now when you're told you can't or can
it's often based on filling someone else's plans.
So from the time we're little kids
we're told "Don't ask why.. That's just the way it is."
Now all those questions you're afraid to ask,
they have you trapped inside gold mines without a pickaxe.
Realize they lie because the truth is
if you're not scared of them then they'll be scared of you.
Cause whatcha gonna lose next if you don't have a thing left?
You've gotta tear it all down to find where it starts at.
You'll hear yourself when everyone is gone
and make the most of where you're at when there's nowhere left to run.
And there's nowhere left to run.
And there's nowhere left to run.
And there's nowhere left to run.
And there's nowhere left to run.
Whatcha gonna lose next if you don't have a thing left?
You've gotta tear it all down to find where it starts at.
You'll hear yourself when everyone is gone
and make the most of where you're at when there's nowhere left to run.
On “Lost at the Party,” Terry Malts trade their marauding pop-punk for dark, mature pop. The result is their best record to date. Bandcamp Album of the Day Oct 31, 2016