It's not
How we planned it to be
Maybe this year will be better
And still
A lack of colors and organized goodbye's
This could be, this could be forever...
Things we felt was suddenly last year
While drinking champagne from plastic gla**es
While drinking champagne from plastic gla**es
It's not
How planned it to be
What has the year done for us
Lost
Up with dreams we are unable to articulate
It's all it's all it's all a dying breed
The world is shrinking
The black edges of the map filed in
While drinking champagne from plastic gla**es
While drinking champagne from plastic gla**es
While drinking champagne from plastic gla**es