I'm tired of waiting around but I don't want to leave
A second verse will come but not that easily
And these habits break, they never go away
I'm sure I'll spend the day just fixing things
That I've broke and I don't mean literally
I always choke so don't wait around for me
If I'm a mess, then I guess it's just distress
Cause I'm always staying up and I never second guess
I guess

So I'd rather sit in my front yard
And I'd rather be close than far
And I'd rather just sit on the curb
And just look at the stars

I close my eyes and ears when everyone talks
I guess we only live and hear about shitty jobs
And each day we get more content
We're just living this way
I guess maybe we forget
We used to dream and now it doesn't seem the same
I think I'll run away and jump off a bridge
And I'll swim until I can be free
Of everyone who keeps talking to me
And I'll play this guitar until my fingers bleed
And I'll sing until no one listens to me
And even then as you'll pretend you're happy
I'll be dancing on the graves of all your could have beens

We might fail
We might sink
We might die
But I think that's the point
So, so what
If we try it's good enough
We get scared so we stay
We're so comfortable in the saddest way
What's the point
It's missing
So let's cut the bullshit and get to living

We might fail
We might sink
We might die
But I think that's the point
So, so what
If we try it's good enough
We get scared so we stay
We're so comfortable in the saddest way
What's the point
It's missing
So let's cut the bullshit and get to living
We might fail