Okay, no one here's a monster
I admit that was dramatic
But to be fair
It'd been a shit couple of summers
Sold dad's old car for scrap
And left that picture on the dash
Kyle's sticker on the back
The sickest car I'll ever have
I watched it all turn into
One big ball of trash
Maybe it's my fault
I'm always getting so attached
To the stuff that's only stuff
And not the stuff that actually lasts
Just these relics of a past
That's getting further in the past
Wish you'd look up for once
At all the love and luck you've actually had
But you can't!
You're too busy gettin' bummed out
At old pictures of your dad
No use waiting on the view to change
If you're always looking back
And I'm always lookin' back
When people say you sometimes miss what's right in front of you
I always thought that sounded like a crock of shit
But I guess that you can't see
What you can't see
If you can't see it
So I can't help but wonder what I've missed
I've been back to the capital
A couple times since "Happy Hour"
But not to see the sights and shit
Just to come play "Happy Hour"
For some friends we made online
And some more we met that night
Man, RIP Mystery Inc
Goddamn, that really was the life
That's just easy for me to say
In hindsight
When I know that at the time
I was probably whinin' all the time
Cause I'm still whinin' all the time
So if it's my fault that I can't see what's right in front of me
Then self-awareness doesn't seem to be the fix
Cause even if I see
How I can't see what I can't see
That just leaves me obsessed with
All these things I'll never know I missed
You've got no right to change the ending
But what if we reframe the plot?
Maybe Frankenstein was just about
Makin' due with what you've got
So it starts with taking stock of the lot you've got in life
Quit takin' all those gifts for granted
Quit hangin' on to all that spite
'Cause you wasted all that time
Waitin' on something else to change your mind
What if I changed it myself
And just decided you were fine?
Well I know it's not that easy
But I owe you all a try
I'm not that used to trying
But I think it might feel nice
It's time to let go of what you've let go by
Right in front of you
And try to look ahead and give a shit
About the stuff that actually lasts
That you still have
While you still have it
Before it's gone
Just more you'll never know you missed