Going in the distance Fading in the sunlight Everything, everything is getting out of hand Getting outta hand Getting outta hand Getting outta hand Getting outta hand Getting outta hand Getting outta hand Getting outta hand Getting outta hand Getting outta hand Getting outta hand Getting outta hand Getting outta Currently, nicer days seem distant Feels so far away and almost nonexistent And when they arrive it's all the same old, same old Nervously awaiting for it to go back to normal High school seems like a dream nowadays Cloudy thoughts in my head like no sunlight rays This one's for Sam and our old forehead kisses Drunken punches to the gut, I heard you were vicious Bonfire parties, group hugs plastered Sideline crushes with many questions unanswered Almost fiction from how much warmth has drifted Was it me or just the way our lives have all shifted? I'm staring At my Gameboy, in lieu of places I visited Hang the cartridge on display with every joy that I riveted Covet Wrapped sentiments regret I inhibited Bloodied knuckles, please condone the irritation exhibited Moment of silence Let me collect my significance Give it a second Give it a second Going in the distance Fading in the sunlight Everything, everything is getting outta hand Getting out of hand Getting out of hand Getting out of hand Getting outta hand