Hoodie Archaeology

[Intro]
[Verse]
Back of the closet floor
Found what I was looking for
Faded black and oversized
Hiding what I once disguised
Palm-muted strings begin to hum
Beating like a hollow drum
Smells like cheap hair dye
Underneath a suburban sky
[Pre-Chorus]
Reach inside the heavy fleece
Find a jagged little piece
Crinkled paper, purple ink
Harder than you’d ever think
To look back at the mess I made
Before the neon colors strayed
[Chorus]
Oh, it’s 2010 again
Crying for a phantom friend
I was such a drama queen
The messiest girl you’ve ever seen
Sticky sticks and faded ink
Closer than you’d ever think
Gang vocals rising through the floor
I don’t want to be sixteen anymore
[Post-Chorus]
(Hand claps)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Hand claps)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse]
Dead tube of cherry balm
Kept me feeling somewhat calm
Folded note from Sarah’s hand
About a local basement band
God, I was so intense
None of this makes any sense
Crying over a lollipop stick
Nostalgia makes me feel quite sick
[Pre-Chorus]
Cartoon cat sticker on the cuff
I guess I haven’t had enough
Warped Tour ticket, July heat
Blisters on my teenage feet
Staring at the jagged line
Thinking I was doing fine
[Chorus]
Oh, it’s 2010 again
Crying for a phantom friend
I was such a drama queen
The messiest girl you’ve ever seen
Sticky sticks and faded ink
Closer than you’d ever think
Gang vocals rising through the floor
I don’t want to be sixteen anymore
[Breakdown]
(Half-time beat)
(Whispered)
I found a pick in the lining.
It’s from that guy who never called back.
I think I actually wrote a poem about it.
How embarrassing.
(Spoken)
Seriously, why did I keep this?
[Build-up]
Jazzmaster octaves start to scream
Waking from a fever dream
Precision bass begins to drive
Lucky just to be alive
Strained and ragged, hear me yell
Breaking out of this velvet shell
[Chorus]
Oh, it’s 2010 again
Crying for a phantom friend
I was such a drama queen
The messiest girl you’ve ever seen
Sticky sticks and faded ink
Closer than you’d ever think
Gang vocals rising through the floor
I don’t want to be sixteen anymore
[Hook]
Archaeology of the soul
Trying to feel somewhat whole
Digging through the lint and grime
One more stupid little time
Archaeology of the heart
Watching it all fall apart
[Outro]