Yeah, come around And see how quiet things have been Looks the same but I'm no longer cocked up At least I think I'm stretching out I can't believe it's been a year And still nobody has disappeared Or outgrown me Tell me where's the pull over the existential ledge Or the thoughtfulness I blank on When smiling with a friend? Yeah, the grass was always greener And the hills were just ahead If nothing's haunting me by then I'll feel brand new by then Yeah, come around I don't know anyone who's here Been trying to remember all the names I've learned But man I don't feel like checking out I'd walk out of a movie if it wore you thin Pick up when you're uneasy Yeah I think I can win, or pass at least Walking a straight line and getting ahead Not missing the good parts again and again I'm finally easy I don't feel like wandering off Waiting for the pull over the existential ledge Or the thoughtfulness I lean on When smiling with a friend Yeah, I'm shouting from the bleachers And I'm looking for the pitch If nothing's haunting me by then I'll feel brand new by then Call me up and see how quiet things have been