Wither Away (Acoustic) (Official Visualizer)

“Wither Away” was born out of the desperation we felt from wasting our early twenties living lifestyles that routinely depleted our creativity and inspiration. With this new acoustic version of the song, we incorporated sensitive, minimalist production to emphasize the song's impassioned lyrics & inspirational message to "quit your day job" and create a new life fueled by passion.

Add "Wither Away (Acoustic)" to your playlists: https://lnkmusic.com/witherawayacoustic

Our debut full-length album TURNING POINT is out now! Listen here: https://lnkmusic.com/turning-point

Produced by Ivan Barry
Mixing & additional production by Geo Botelho
Mastered by Mike Kalajian
Visualizer by Ivan Barry

Wither Away
Lyrics by Zach Boucher

I wake up with an ache to be creative
But my time’s spent sittin’, waitin’
As I watch another day go to waste
I can’t just shrivel at this desk job
Restless til I get off
As I wish my effort wasn’t lost

As I click click click my clock is ticking
Sick sick sick of overthinking
And I can’t let a life’s regret start to settle in
So til I rip rip rip right through my throat
I’ll never quit quit quit, this shit ain’t over
Now’s the time to try it right and finally begin

Cause I’m growing old tryna fit the fucking mold
Watching my youth get tangled in a noose
It’s getting old tryna follow what I’m told
When I’m afraid (I’m afraid) I’ll see my time slip and wither away
Wither away

Oh tell me did you stifle all your promise?
Is your life all that you wanted?
Do you go through every day as who you’re not?
Cause I’ve known who I wanna be
Since I was fuckin’ seventeen
What happened? What happened to me?

As I click click click my clock is ticking
Sick sick sick of overthinking
And I can’t let a life’s regret start to settle in
So til I rip rip rip right through my throat
I’ll never quit quit quit, this shit ain’t over
Now’s the time to try it right and finally begin

Cause I’m growing old tryna fit the fucking mold
Watching my youth get tangled in a noose
It’s getting old tryna follow what I’m told
When I’m afraid (I’m afraid) I’ll see my time slip and wither away
Wither away

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