who would have thought that i'd gotten this far picking the little dipper out of the sky i keep pressing on to nowhere trying to say and do everything right i just want to wake up one day and not have to rub my memories out of my eyes
these modern lies keep crawling into my throat these changes keep blocking the ways i would go burning my hands, breaking my fingers knowing full well that i'll never see her again and again
there's a lot of things i miss i miss about you and the way your eyes would always say