it's okay, you're leaving.
and we never talked about it
even thought about it ever before.
ohhh

so now i'm sleeping
until the evening,
then i'm into the night looking for the next dance floor.

i thought you would let me,
i thought maybe you would let me down.
you let me down.
now i'm looking for another while we're still around.
i know i will be saved,
'cause i always have believed that there's something more for me when i go.

and there's a city
that will heal me and help me clear the lumps out of my throat.
i think that next summer,
if we're all still alive,
you should try,
we should try to jump into some water and focus on getting high.
fill your head with regretful space,
and leave it in that older place.
photographic memory is patchy greys, early rays, and i'm okay.
i'm okay.
i'm not waiting for another will we're still alive.
if we're still alive.