Wrinkles

Inspired by not wanting the people you love to get old before you do.

Written and performed by Dylan Owen
Featuring Regina Zaremba
Music by Skinny Atlas, Dylan Owen

Produced by Skinny Atlas Music by Skinny Atlas, Dylan Owen
Acoustic guitar played by Dylan Owen
Live bass played by Gabe Valle
Recorded in Dylan’s mom’s house
Mixed by Jason Moss
Mastered by Chris Gehringer

It’s a brand new day
I can tell
From the song that’s in my head

I wasn’t sure
But my dreams seemed short
On the days I overslept

Where were you
When the clocks stopped moving
And the years stopped making sense?


All grown up
It’s been a tough couple months
Yeah and where were you
My friend?

Promise me you won’t get wrinkles before me
Promise me you won’t get wrinkles before me

I remember
When Annie left me
It ended both our lives

I couldn’t sleep
Hoping I would freeze
In the big snowstorm that night

And she left
Such a lasting impression
I’m still bad at goodbyes

When I lose
Someone I turn bluer
Than the Colorado sky

Promise me you won’t get wrinkles before me
Promise me you won’t get wrinkles before me
I need a plane ticket to something out of reach
A miracle to get me off my feet

There was a day
When I went up to heaven
And I saw my grandpa there

He said “D,
If this life’s too mean
That just means you’re unprepared

I gave your mom
Those golden locks
That she passed down to you to share

So if life
Ever gives you lemons
Then you better squeeze them in your hair”


Promise me you won’t get wrinkles before me
Promise me you won’t get wrinkles before me
I need a sleeping pill or sure shot to my dreams
Yeah anything to get me off my feet

I don’t know what you’ve gotta be so scared for
Honestly we won’t be here for much longer
Life will always be a handful
So I want you to promise me

When I get stressed
I hold my breath
For as long as I can count

It’s not hard
To forget your heart
When you’re always blacking out

I remember we were
Cheap shot dreamers
In an upstate, nowhere town

It all ends
When you bury your friends
Six feet under the ground

They better not all get wrinkles before me
They better not all get holes in their stories
Cuz if they do I’ll just lie here so lonely
For the rest of our lives

They better not all get wrinkles before me
They better not all get holes in their stories
Cuz if they do I’ll just lie here so lonely
For the rest of our lives

Promise me you won’t get wrinkles before me.