Come on now, nothing really changes Growing up is learning how to fake it Trees turn red, another season passes Fuck nostalgia and it's rosy lenses I lost my mind balancing on fences And I lost my mind waiting for you to come to your senses Shelter, I'm always looking for but never seem to find Because you always know where I'm hiding (But we built something here and that's pretty rare) It's a ritualistic wasting away I'm just mumbling into space And I recognize the ways I waste my time because nothing lasts forever So let's stop making sense and cease to exist