will i still be listening to things i rip off youtube with the pair of busted earbuds only hearing cymbals and the syllables with p’s? soundtracking my commute, pretending to be in a movie i’ve heard that these will be our best years our wildest and most free years but every small decision feels important to me and I think i’d feel more comfort with a little academic security and we’re all throwing dice into a bottomless pit in english we’d connect to the most unimportant people the ones that say one sentence and then disappear for the remainder of the story there were a lot of guys like that when we had to read the odyssey so you could call me elpenor and i’d say “hey, perimedes” and we could cling to each others shoulders like sailors to a ship tossed through the sea if that’s in the fates for me and we’re all throwing dice into a bottomless pit

staying up till four am for the first time of the year feel that familiar rush of hopelessness and fear all the words just lose their meaning and likewise all the numbers grasping at whatever i can to stop me from going under they tell us hard work rewards the people willing to get tired sick and sore so i’ve been working even more but still i can't see what the hell i’m working for (it's not easy on the wine dark sea but you’ll adapt eventually you’ll know the waves) some nights i wish i had the power not to care running round on dry land, feel the wind mess up my hair guess i just wish i didn't feel so bad when i stop to breathe there must be a life outside of this but i’m too far out to leave they tell us hard work rewards the people willing to get tired sick and sore so i’ve been working even more but still i can't see what the hell i’m working for (it's not easy on the wine dark sea but you’ll adapt eventually you’ll know the waves)

along the seawall at night that place looks straight out a movie you can imagine two people their sneakers hanging over the water and there's a thousand pretty places in this city that I’ll never get to be the cameras lay somewhere focusing on somebody other the stars won’t shine, reflect in your eyes they won’t light up the backdrop of the set no rooftop scene, no scenes at all nothing important, everything I’ll probably forget Inside the subway at night windows are powered off tv's Instead of any action all you see is your own face staring you down the dances no longer play any songs left from the 80s but anyway this time for careless mistakes is about to run out, its only gonna get harder (chorus) it’s wasted and i’m- behind (chorus)

(instrumental)

oh sailor boy, oh will you hear me now i just need another pair of ears to hear my voice out loud it's been so long, i’ve kept it in somehow but sailor boy, will you please hear me now for a moment, just a moment i wish that i could hold back all my fear see what it's like to be someone for a year wish i could say “i’ve grown up so much here” i wish i could, but now the end is near and i could climb on the roof at night, but the city’s too bright to make out constellations i know hang above late at night and if i strain my eyes to see them, i’ll lose my balance, snap my spine i wrote a song of what i hoped would be gathered from the stories i had seen and my friend said “how do you write lyrics like these when love has never fallen at your feet” all i could say was “thanks, i guess, i don’t really know” now we use that song to end all of our shows though my words might be relatable to somebody, they’re not to me don’t want to stay, looking at these bathroom tiles and i don’t think i'll find something to make this night worthwhile so hold my hand, and i will do the same cause in another life we’d have someone to whisper our names

these are the skies they write about in the books you’ve read inside and out and though they happen more often than you think you’ve never looked up for so long a gentle orange streaked with white with a softly burning summer light taking turns to sing along to all your favourite songs you know time will stop for no one in the way but you’ve made it all the same at this moment you’re all inseparable all broken pieces can start to mend no desperation to be more likeable it no longer feels like you’re playing pretend when you’re out with friends you all have your fair share of regrets though you saw them come from miles away things you should have said that made you feel like trash for the rest of the day and you never could find the courage to spill everything that was on your mind but thats okay bud, were having fun now we can save it for another time you know time will stop for no one in the way but you’ve made it all the same at this moment you’re all inseparable all broken pieces can start to mend no desperation to be more likeable it no longer feels like you’re playing pretend when you’re out with friends maybe they’ll despise you in a month maybe they’ll abandon you in the morning maybe they can move on perfectly fine if you disappear without a warning you’ll say the same thing as everyone else “i don’t want this night to end” cause when it does, you know that you’ll be sad again but now you’re out with friends like it should have always been having fun with your friends

if i had forever, i don't know what I’d do i’d probably waste my time the same if i’m to tell the truth and it's hard to speak of something so frightening as leaving but i know it helps to share with someone like you we can run away to escape this emptiness but i know right here, these are the things we’ll surely miss i think i saw a raven, walking to school today it looked just like an animation upon the sky of grey and we’re grounded on earth we’re grounded on earth we can run away to escape this emptiness but i know right here, these are the things we’ll surely miss so maybe we missed the high note, but i think that’s okay cause right now i feel good enough, and i don't have much more to say and i know there will be things to do before i fly away but for now i think i’ll stay here waiting until the last day until the last day etc.