Late at night Cloudy white Will creep Over my old house And the chair Where i once sat Someone new is there And he'll stare At the wall And we're all parts Of an alphabet We spell new words At new spots we're at And the big, round Blue boat drifts Around in the dark When you feel like a jerk Does it make you confused Like how You could you become As awesome as you are And still feel like a loser When you feel ugly and petty Awkward and unsteady Please try not to forget There's so many people That liked you And i hope That the art school Enjoys your big Drawing of ruin We've all got Good things to do And it's good When we do them From Austin to Brooklyn They're all smart And good-lookin' They're all parts Of an alphabet Spell new words With new folks we met And the big, round Blue boat drifts Around in the dark And the big, round Blue boat drifts Around in the dark And they say That we'll drift For awhile 'til we die And the sun hits a spiral It's a combination lock And i'm just hopin' That i'll get it open And these joys And frustrations Are just turns In the combination