The Jansport Archive

[Intro]
[Verse]
Frayed nylon on my shoulder
Feeling ten years older
Safety pins and rusted rings
All these stupid, heavy things
Sharpie ink from seventh grade
Watching every memory fade
I’m a masterpiece of bad taste
With a lot of time to waste
[Pre-Chorus]
(Glockenspiel chimes)
Crushed blue candy in the seams
Killing all my middle school dreams
I still feel the second-hand shame
When I whisper your name
[Chorus]
Zip it up and let it go
The only home I’ll ever know
My backpack is a holy mess
A timeline of my own distress
We’re screaming at the sky tonight
Everything is gonna be alright
Yeah, we’re the kings of the floor
Just like the year two-thousand-seven before
[Verse]
Warped Tour wristbands in the pouch
Sleeping on a basement couch
You still owe me five bucks, man
Catch me if you even can
Hiding notes I never sent
Wondering where the magic went
It’s petty and it’s pathetic
But at least it’s all aesthetic
[Pre-Chorus]
(Glockenspiel chimes)
Broken zippers, jagged lines
Reading all the warning signs
I’m a ghost in a polyester shell
With a story I’ll never tell
[Chorus]
Zip it up and let it go
The only home I’ll ever know
My backpack is a holy mess
A timeline of my own distress
We’re screaming at the sky tonight
Everything is gonna be alright
Yeah, we’re the kings of the floor
Just like the year two-thousand-seven before
[Breakdown]
(Tempo holds steady, vocals soften)
I remember the day it tore
Lying on the hallway floor
You walked past and didn't look
Just another chapter in the book
Now the stitches are coming loose
Searching for a valid excuse
Searching for a way back in
Underneath this plastic skin
[Chorus]
Zip it up and let it go
The only home I’ll ever know
My backpack is a holy mess
A timeline of my own distress
We’re screaming at the sky tonight
Everything is gonna be alright
Yeah, we’re the kings of the—
[Outro]