The Possibility from Survival Pop by Worriers

Count down the months till you move out of the house.
Center of the state, feeling highway bound.
Smoke cigarettes and pace between cul-de-sacs.
“Going for a walk, yeah I’ll be right back.”

Left my heart hiding in the back of the car as the rain poured down at the Freehold Mall.
I made up bogus scenarios, like “we just don’t want to be friends anymore.”
I’ll grow up to be some love interest.

Searching for a song about a love that might have been between anxiety and hindsight.
Talk of style and glory but you never pictured me.
...the possibility.

Doing your job at being overprotecting but these guys were never that threatening.
“I’m just one of the boys, you see. You don’t have to worry about me.”
I’ll grow up to be somebody’s waitress.

Searching for a song about a love that might have been between anxiety and hindsight.
Talk of style and glory but you never pictured me.
...the possibility.

• Punk
• feminist
• indie
• queer
• rock
• Brooklyn