because you're nothing more than a silhouette of everyone else in the longrun
ideas staying asleep forever nothing's changing nothing's breaking winters are getting so much longer and now i'm sitting with my legs crossed going faster
i'm going back for everything i haven't seen yet
there's nothing more than growing up happening here just two friends being themselves but i get you were never much for that
i'm wondering how many times i've said this but you just have to admit that you're not dead yet wondering why we're not close to good times if only we could trade our feelings and come home faster
nothing more than something out of reach but you can fix that