[Count-off]
Three, two, one:
[Section 1]
I gaze out the window on the bus ride
Pull out my phone, open up my notes app
To catch some of these lines as they pass through my mind
Name it something meaningless like "song"
For the millionth time, but I know
That there's like a one-in-five chance that I actually get to finish it this time
And as soon as I put my phone away, it's lost
My place of thought in that moment will never ever return
But I'll pray that it comes back to visit sometime
[Section 2]
I still remember the green shoes that I'd wear every day
They were blue and green with little clear buttons on the Velcro strips
And I remember my name in blue lettering on a blank backdrop
That was the last time I felt so cool
[Section 3]
I would ponder to the void hoping for something to emerge
But I never realized the void was itself, it could hear me, it could hear all of me
I just needed to hear it back sometime
[Interlude]
(Oooh, oooh)
(Oooh, oooh)
(Oooh, oooh)
(Oooh, oooh)
[Section 4]
Sometimes I feel like I had to grow up way too fast
It was hard to act like an adult when I was a child
But my imagination was ripped out and trampled on the ground
If I'm not gonna use it to make some money, why should I use it at all?
If I'm not gonna use it to make some money, then why should I use it at all?
[Section 5]
The dent in the dishwasher matches the shattered wine glass on the floor
They compliment each other in a very strange way
And formed between the tug of a rope
That should've been cut a long time ago
The tug of a rope
That should've been cut a long time ago
Too bad I dropped the scissors
I guess you could say that I stabbed myself in the foot with this one
[Section 6]
The shattered photograph of the person I once was
A kid with short hair that's destined to be an athlete some day
And a mouth that never ever stopped talking
A kid with short hair that's supposed to be an athlete someday
Let's hope it goes that way
[Chorus 1]
Shoes don't fit the same a couple years later
Songs don't hit the same a couple years later
Shoes don't fit the same a couple years later
Songs don't hit the same a couple years later
[Chorus 2]
So I will write all I've got to write
And you'll still be right there
And I will do all I've got to do
And you'll still be right there
[Section 7]
A forty minute drive has felt like a thousand miles
And honestly, I couldn't be any more grateful
"You're too close to home, you should explore"
Those are the words I've heard a thousand times before
[Section 8]
Home's been her, I know it always has
Before I was astray, I didn't know that I could have
This kind of shelter
This kind of care
For our forty minute drive, we put on Car Seat Headrest and the Lonely Forest
And scream along with every single line
And cry a couple of times
(Oh)
[Chorus 3]
She's my connection to this island
She's my connection to this Earth
She's my connection to this island
She's my connection to this Earth
[Chorus 4]
She's my connection to this island
She's my connection to this Earth
She's my connection to this island
She's my connection to this Earth
'Cause I never loved life until I loved her
Before, I was afraid and I hated myself
(But I loved Weezer)
[Section 9]
(Good evening, how is it dear? Would you like to come inside?)
Pressed record and sat for a total of six hours
(There's a fire in the fireplace, feel free to take your time)
Wrote lyrics, sang them out, and felt like such a coward
(Untouchable, unlovable)
Took a picture of the sky
Don't ask me, I don't really know why I did it
[Section 10]
I talked about 'that boy' just after tenth grade
I still think about him every couple of days
But I'd hate to think that he thinks of me the same way
We used to dream of playing big tours
(We used to dream)
We used to dream of writing more songs
(We used to dream)
I wish a lot of things could've lasted forever
I wish that could've lasted forever
It's been a few months since I've heard his voice
And all I remember is he 'called me late to pick him up'
Because he needed shelter
Because he needed care
[Section 11]
Anyway, now I'll close this notes app
I've done enough rambling for a bus trip
I'll step off the bus, walk up to the door that's the end of her forty minute drive
And if I were to die tomorrow and all that's left
Is all this art I've made
I just hope I left enough of a mark to make you proud
[Outro]
I was here, I was here, I was here, oh I was here, oh I was here
(I was here, I was here, I was here, I was here, I was here, I was here, I was here, I was here)
I was here, oh I was here, I was here, oh I was here, oh I, I was here
(I was here, I was here, I was here, I was here, I was here, I was here, I was here, I was here)
Oh, oh
(I was here, I was here, I was here, I was here, I was here, I was here, I was here, I was here)
I was here
