Orange, navy, grey, black, blue — we're a whole color palette of bad decisions and good vocals. The silence here is loud because we're all thinking the same thing: if you're seeing this, we made it through another day.
This is what happens when you tell five tired boys to "𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗰." Suddenly the stairwell's a photoshoot and nobody told the guy at the top to stop being dramatic.
The cameras stopped but we didn't. Magenta wall matches the blood, sweat, and glitter we left out there. We performed like it was our last. We posed like it was our first.