This ending is all but an ending
He said: I don't get why, but I might when I'm older
When we get older
When we get older
I will get it all, every toll I paid En Route to escape
Career choice and how we could create such movement
How we'd move according to one another
To what the other knew they yearned to say

So it'd be better if we did this now
Not rot away in our hometown
But rather reach for some common goal like
Building forts rather than sleeping in, and worse
Through everything we've ever wanted
Yeah, it'd be better if we did this now
Cause later on when we figure out
How much more we could've done
And we could've, we could've
We could've done more
We'll try to justify our stagnancies
And then be bitter and tired and lost and afraid
And I'll be trying to not get so down about it

On my bedroom floor
Choking on my words
Trying to sing yours

This ending is all but an ending
He said: I don't get why, but I will if you stay here
With me