Evacuation? I call it how surprised we are My little routine actions support crunch alcohol No rent This place will love you until you're out of wonder.
No talking anything No, no. It was burried with our last october Together or a love we cried all night And thought:
Now we gotta make this matter Now we gotta make this matter So short out between That we get up and fall back again.
It's gotta matter Learn to realize that there's no greater meaning than calling your friend.
And the words on the page will just rot, Like the memory will fall from our bodies, from a time when we learned such great joy, that the truth that the end never mattered.
We drinking, Falling on eachothers chest, Spilling the truth from a bottle we stock up, With an eternally fear of death.
But darling we could do much better. Yeah we gotta do much better. So short out between, get up and fall back again
Yeah now its gonna matter, learn to realize there's no greater meaning then calling your friend. And the words on the page will just rot like the memory will fall from our bodies.
From a time we knew such great joy that the end never mattered, yeah, the end never mattered, yeah the end never mattered, yeah the end never mattered, oh.