I tried to dust this off, I tried to leave town but there's no way out.
When blue eyes said a lot of things, like "where will we be five years from now?"
Sit up, wait up, there's too many questions.
How did we fuck this up and sat back as we washed out?
Maybe that's why pictures show the life we can't have.
Maybe that's why they're too washed out.
Sit up, wait up, there's too many questions.
How did we make it out and sat back as we washed out?
Well, I've been waiting to laugh again, to feel like I am free, or quietly burn out.