Nebryx (Speed up)

We keep on calling the past like it's gonna answer,
Like it's all repeat.
But clocks keep walking, photos keep fading to black.
Some things— We say we'll fix it tomorrow,
Broke plans on the backs of receipts.
Now they're folded up in my wallet,
Tiny coats pressed in the crease.
Some things can't be brought back,
Like all the steroid laughs in the back seat.
We keep on calling the past like it's gonna answer,
Like it's all repeat.