Released on April 24, 2026

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[Intro]

What I'd like to know, is where do you get the confidence from to make things?


[Verse 1]

Sits alone, twiddling his fingers

Killing time for no good reason when he's late

Heading home, floating down the freeway

From the Valley, like he's trying to escape

After school, we'll drive down to the ocean

Where they gossip and they all self-medicate

I'm alive, a picture on the bedside

Is a fiction and it's awful to the taste


[Chorus]

Close your eyes

There's something on the tip of my tongue

Angry still?

You're a soft soul in a cold, hard land


[Verse 2]

Every day is longer than the last one

We're still young, we don't have too much time to waste

Tell me where to meet you after New Year's?

I'm not desperate, but I'll go out of my way

Afternoon, we'll hike up to Mt. Olive

Listen twice through "Yellow House" and meditate

Summer days are year-round in our city

It's the seasons that we'll soon appreciate


[Chorus]

Close your eyes

There's something on the tip of my tongue

Angry still?

You're a soft soul in a cold, hard land


[Bridge]

And oh, I want you to stay

Was a lightning bolt of honesty

To talk beside my bed

But I can't sleep with company


[Verse 3]

Getting old and clumsy, if you notice

Dropped my pencil, lost my wallet on the plane

Offering backhanded well wishes

To the co-worker commenting on my weight

Miss my home, the idea from a sketchbook

An imaginary family on a lake

Carry on, and order yourself takeout

Then just throw it out, pretend that it's okay


[Interlude]

Pretend that it's okay, pretend that it's okay

Pretend that it's okay, pretend that it's okay

Pretend that it's okay, pretend that it's okay

Pretend that it's okay

Pretend that it's okay, pretend that it's okay

Pretend that it's okay

Pretend that it's okay, pretend that it's okay

Pretend that it's okay


[Chorus]

Close your eyes

There's something on the tip of my tongue

Angry still?

You're a soft soul in a cold, hard land

Close your eyes

There's something on the tip of my tongue

Angry still?

You're a soft soul in a cold, hard land