Lyrics Pool Holograph - Old ways

Tell a story of the creek
rising up, rising up
Fake a cynical verse in my own way

What's with the shape things turn
when they rise from the dark
out of the yard?
In a way I feel like I'm insane

Oh, yeah old ways got a hold of me
Oh, yeah old ways they never seem to break away

Found a strange look in my mirror
the other day
See these strange words written down
every single page

I catch a reflection of my own face
Had no idea I walked out of the house today like this
Like this

Oh, yeah old ways got a hold of me
Oh, yeah old ways they never seem to break away

Getting lost in the old ways
No way to explain
how the ink stays still, but the pages shrill and decay
Think i lost my reality, my eyes still sting
I can read them all, but they just stay the same.