So this is how the year's going? We're choking, and grasping at straws Like a child Mostly, if it's a consolation These days I just battle myself God, am I actually fucking saying this? Because I'm having trouble breathing in, it's in my head Will the progression lock it in? Did my heroes go through this? Now we're a couple ok records in The nostalgia play's the worst, the mind-killer Ok, shift the blame without having much to show And you're sitting through Distantly, she called to see How I was still doing She said something like, you're lonely And I said, how can that be? Why, I often see my best friends in a daydream They're cheering for me, but they're seventeen Why, I often see my best friends in a daydream They're cheering for me, but at seventeen Why, I often see my best friends in a daydream They're cheering for me, but at seventeen Why, I often see my best friends in a daydream You can write a solid song It's not difficult at all They would hear it once, and they'd all sing along To be something you could've thrown out years ago But the parts shouldn't change so much Maybe today you wouldn't feel something wrong No more checking your chest for a heartbeat Or examining things that we missed Keep yourself from reveling in the sadness of everything Make note of the red that crashes through Like waves on their way Makes you want to run Make note of the red that crashes through Like waves on their way Makes you want to run The fire you neglect inside Has no way to fight but this Will you tune it out? The fire inside has no way out