Every time I cry about your transience
I replace you with the thought of
The growing moon as I climb towards it
Tell myself "it's not too late"
And rest a**ured that I won't ever have to care
About anyone because it's too late
And with you it, it gets harder to realize
It gets harder
Do you ever think about? You promised
I wanna die when you're not here
Cause I'm convinced everyone else
Thinks that I'm a dick
My ideals fog up
My windshield and I crash into the houses
They depict in their, in their songs
I want to be a part of you again
Face the crowds and turn back again
Rediscover why we're turning back away
From a town you say has lost all of it's meaning
In a way I can't see the town I only see frustration
And see a landscape, a blank, raw canvas
And we're all our own co-pilots
In our co*kpits made of tin
And when we think about each other
We despise the states we're in
Can't tell you that it's better
Because I'm truly not that sure
But I do think that it's better
Because this way we are sure
That we're not happy yet