[Verse 1: Conor]

Use to work with my Granny

Her store sold retro electronics

Wondered why anyone ever bought em

Use to say its all in the optics

Nowadays everythings on quantum

Young people registered to a socket

People use to have boxes with Ryzen

Screen to play something called New Horizon

I was claimed by enticement

Use to help her fix things with excitement

Told her this stuff was just decent

But she could see that I liked it

-She started to show me music

Electronic rock pop and some rap

She told me people use to do it

Said I want to do something like that

Before I knew the feeling had grasped

Days spent dreaming I could travel back

To live in the 20s when things were good

Have some fresh food cheap rent and a Mac

Didn't have to use public transport

Back then you could see a doctor

Shit you could even go college

These visions all I could ponder

Until she said to me Conor

Life is too short to not be in the now

Someday you'll feel the same for today

And you won't wonder the whys and the hows

Its good to appreciate through the past

If it expands your view of today

Making memories that last

That is the you that will never fade

[Chorus: Conor]

I often spend my present fixated on the past

Finding beauty in disconnects cause nothing ever lasts

And every time I find that my mind is traveling back

I try to focus on the now before my mind can disattach

Floating in the orbit of a sun that shadows cast

Light hitting my eyes but its shine is in the past

Maybe things are beautiful just the way they are

Or maybe no matter the era we're stuck on a dying star

I often spend my present fixated on the past

Finding beauty in disconnects cause nothing ever lasts

And every time I find that my mind is traveling back

I try to focus on the now before my mind can disattach

Floating in the orbit of a sun that shadows cast

Light hitting my eyes but its shine is in the past

Maybe things are beautiful just the way they are

Or maybe no matter the era we're stuck on a dying star

[Verse 2: Kill Bill: The Rapper]

Death star speak: beneath my feet remains the past

Not absolute but obsolete endangered fads

Running away from days of turning gears

With turgid fears propelling

I see you sifting through the garbage, making the workers here feel jealous

And I don't get it

Stop motion stops the motion

Pen and paper dims the lasers, what's the motive?

You seek cassettes with 90 minutes

I hear scratches on the record

There's a path that we had left and it seems

I'm glad we left it

All my-All my files lossless

You lost and your thoughts switched

They used to hang glass over their eyes so they could see

Primitive predicaments

Blemished with the penmanship

But pimp. a thousand rhythms crawling through my algorithms, but

What do I know?

I'm just a forward thinker

Stuck at the stoplight you had to flip that morbid blinker

We could forgo every pain we felt

Fan the flame or stay and melt

The castle only moves when all the magic disappears

[Outro: Conor]

Always spend my present fixated on the past past

Always spend my present fixated on the past past

Always spend my present fixated on the past past

Fixated on the past past

Fixated on the past

Always spend my present fixated on the past past

Always spend my present fixated on the past past

Always spend my present fixated on the past past

Fixated on the past past

Fixated on the-