So this is how the year's going?
We're choking, and grasping at straws
Like a child
Mostly, if it's a consolation
These days I just battle myself
God, am I actually fucking saying this?
Because I'm having trouble breathing in, it's in my head
Will the progression lock it in?
Did my heroes go through this?
Now we're a couple ok records in
The nostalgia play's the worst, the mind-killer
Ok, shift the blame without having much to show
And you're sitting through
Distantly, she called to see
How I was still doing
She said something like, you're lonely
And I said, how can that be?
Why, I often see my best friends in a daydream
They're cheering for me, but they're seventeen
Why, I often see my best friends in a daydream
They're cheering for me, but at seventeen
Why, I often see my best friends in a daydream
They're cheering for me, but at seventeen
Why, I often see my best friends in a daydream
You can write a solid song
It's not difficult at all
They would hear it once, and they'd all sing along
To be something you could've thrown out years ago
But the parts shouldn't change so much
Maybe today you wouldn't feel something wrong
No more checking your chest for a heartbeat
Or examining things that we missed
Keep yourself from reveling in the sadness of everything
Make note of the red that crashes through
Like waves on their way
Makes you want to run
Make note of the red that crashes through
Like waves on their way
Makes you want to run
The fire you neglect inside
Has no way to fight but this
Will you tune it out?
The fire inside has no way out