The Brave Little Abacus - Untitled (cont.) lyrics

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