Make me something Put it on the market I let my palm dancing Whatever strikes your fancy And we're throwing in the fire pool Then we sit next to it It's our trophy with how fun our are Or is it Good Will Haunting And you said the rest is yet to come I said don't you mean the best? You said we'll make it then we've missed Won't lay down, I'll confess All forgot the world to come Oh, but the rest is yet to come Make me something Put it in the backseat Then drive me crazy Then call it new wavy So futuristic reality But if it quits time, it's never late Fire all the hired guns I know I'm not the only one The rest is yet to come.