Creases


Inspired by the way that no one can hide from getting older
And our tendency to start at the beginning of the end.

Written and performed by Dylan Owen
Produced by Skinny Atlas
Music by Skinny Atlas and Dylan Owen
Electric guitar played by Devin Arne
Live bass played by Nate Sander
Violin played by Gabe Valle
Background vocals by Andrew Arne, Conor Burnett, Andrew Laskaris,
Beth Oldis, Chelsea Wertheim, Regina Zaremba
Recorded at Stand Up Sound by Ernesto Valenzuela
Additional recording in Dylan’s apartment
Mixed by Billy Centenaro
Mastered by Chris Gehringer

Some days I want to start it all over
Let’s begin
I used to lay on train tracks under heaven
With a dusty microphone and some medicine
I grew up in a Catholic town
And taught myself all seven deadly sins
x2

We all have friends who got
Holes in their parachutes
Got sick of living
Couldn’t cure em with a miracle
It’s simple, if you’re tired of life then go rest
Who says you can’t have new beginnings with old friends?
Yeah that memory is paralyzed
On Hilltop Mountain Drive
Ghost had a secret to passing through a power line
I know we don’t talk now but thanks for your camaraderie
Somehow I felt lighter with Molly laying on top of me

We all end up with creases on our faces
We all end up with fault lines on our skin
We all end up with highways across our foreheads
And they might not lead us home again
We all end up with pages to be proud of
We all end up with roadmaps to begin
Back at the ending
But when that time comes up I want to start all over again

I want to start all over my friend.

I want to start all over
Want to start all over
Want to start all over again
I want to start all over
Want to start all over
Want to start all over again
Let’s begin

Some days I feel like I’m nowhere bound
I’m a nowhere kid from a nowhere town
My favorite life advice was inscribed on the bleachers
Favorite lines of poetry were the stripes on my sneakers
And my mom’s old boyfriend would lecture me that grief hurts
And at his mother’s wake, said we ascend through rebirths
Well tell the grim reaper if he wants any more of my friends
Then next time he’s gotta get through me first
We all had a golden ticket
That wasn’t ours to cash
I keep mine hidden in a half-empty hourglass
They say the worst scars need the most air to heal
But I could see the whole world rotate from that ferris wheel
In Iowa

We all end up with creases on our faces
We all end up with fault lines on our skin
We all end up with highways across our foreheads
And they might not lead us home again
We all end up with pages to be proud of
We all end up with roadmaps to begin
Back at the ending
But when that time comes up
I want to start all over again

I want to start all over my friend.

I want to start all over
Want to start all over
Want to start all over again
I want to start all over
Want to start all over
Want to start all over again
I want to start all over
Want to start all over
Want to start all over again
I want to start all over
Want to start all over
Want to start all over again
Let’s begin

Some days I want to start it all over
Let’s begin
I used to lay on train tracks under heaven
With a dusty microphone and some medicine
I grew up in a Catholic town
And taught myself all seven deadly sins
We all have friends who got
Holes in their parachutes
Got sick of living
Couldn’t cure em with a miracle
It’s simple, never tie up your life with loose ends
Who says you can’t have old beginnings with new friends?

I want to start all over
Want to start all over
Want to start all over
Want to start all over
Want to start all over
Want to start all over
Want to start all over
Want to start all over

(with old and new friends)
Start all over
Want to start all over
Want to start all over
Want to start all over
Want to start all over
Want to start all over
Want to start all over again
I want to start all over my friend

Let’s begin.