He's got a list of things he knows he wants to make
He put em in his notebook back in the day
When he felt pure inspiration rushing through his veins
And the pages after that one are all blank
They just sit there on his nightstand
While he's watching movies on his screens
He falls asleep before he can see
There is no later
Just lots of little frames
Where we all animate what happens now
We're flipping papers to make our pictures move
Each second's ours to choose, just look around
You're not broken
You're stop motion
When the sun's out and he's almost half-awake
He's got a list of things he knows he wants to make
But he slept through his alarm again
He's 13 minutes late
For the job that he swears someday he'll escape
And he rushes past the pages
That could make his life a different thing
He hits repeat before he can see
I know the sinking feeling
That comes at first in empty space
But what if that's the only place
Where we can make our pictures change?
Don't wait
There is no later
Just lots of little frames
Where we all animate what happens now
We're flipping papers to make our pictures move
Each second's ours to choose, just look around
You're not broken
You're stop motion
Keep going