[Verse 1: Conor]
Used to work with my granny
Her store sold retro electronics
Wonder why anyone ever bought 'em
Used to say it's all in the optics
Nowadays everything's on quantum
Young people register to a socket
People used to have boxes with risings
Scream to play something called new horizon
I was claimed by enticement
Used to help her fix things with excitement
Told her this stuff was just decent
But she could see that I liked it
She started to show me music
Electronic, rock, pop, and some rap
She told me people used to do it
Said I wanna do something like that
Before I knew, the feeling had grassed
Days spent dreaming I could travel back
To live in the twenties when things were good
Have some fresh food, cheap rent, and a Mac
Didn't have to use public transport
Back then you could see a doctor
Shit you could even go to college
These visions all I could ponder
Until she said to me, Conor
Life is too short to not be in the now
Someday you'll feel the same for today
And you won't wonder the why's and the how's
It's good to appreciate for the past
If it expands your view of today
Making memories that last
That is the you that will never fade
[Chorus: Conor]
I often spend my present fixated on the past
Finding beauty in disconnects 'cause nothing ever lasts
And every time I find that my mind is travelling back
I try to focus on the now before my mind can dis-attach
Floating in the orbit of a sun that shadows cast
Light hitting my eyes but its shine in the past
Maybe things are beautiful just the way they are
Maybe no matter the era we're stuck on a dying star

I often spend my present fixated on the past
Finding beauty in disconnects 'cause nothing ever lasts
And every time I find that my mind is travelling back
I try to focus on the now before my mind can dis-attach
Floating in the orbit of a sun that shadows cast
Light hitting my eyes but its shine in the past
Maybe things are beautiful just the way they are
Maybe no matter the era we're stuck on a dying star

[Verse 2: Kill Bill: The Rapper]
Death star speak: beneath my feet remains the past
Not absolute but obsolete endangered fads
Running away from days of turning gears
With turgid fears propelling
I see you sifting through the garbage, making the workers here feel jealous
And I don't get it
Stop motion stops the motion
Pen and paper dims the lasers, what's the motive?
You seek cassettes with 90 minutes
I hear scratches on the record
There's a path that we had left and it seems
I'm glad we left it
All my-All my files lossless
You lost and your thoughts switched
They used to hang glass over their eyes so they could see
Primitive predicaments
Blemished with the penmanship
But pimp. a thousand rhythms crawling through my algorithms, but
What do I know?
I'm just a forward thinker
Stuck at the stoplight you had to flip that morbid blinker
We could forgo every pain we felt
Fan the flame or stay and melt
The castle only moves when all the magic disappears
[Outro: Conor]
Always spend my present fixated on the past past
Always spend my present fixated on the past past
Always spend my present fixated on the past past
Fixated on the past past
Fixated on the past
Always spend my present fixated on the past past
Always spend my present fixated on the past past
Always spend my present fixated on the past past
Fixated on the past past
Fixated on the-