[Verse]
What wild of ourselves we were
Aching, archiving, arriving at a precipice

With arms stretched out as if to reach
Walking through the broken streets
Counting cracks in the road, ambling aimless

We lived in the glory of gold branches in the backyard
Littering leaves along shortcuts which have been built over

All we wanted then was the streets and the sound of it
To hear mouths that sang full-throated and sunlit

Searching for some proof that you and I and all of us could be coherent
But still when you spoke, I heard gibberish

We spray-paint manuscripts onto the bricks
Catch our consciousness as it plays tricks on our sense of time

We rhyme and rue, what can we do
But rendezvous and follow through
Wrap the trees in swimming pool plastic lining

As if with trash we could make art to find our way in the dark
Leave our own little mark so we’d be remembered
Or at least we’d kill time in our small town every night
While we dreamed of escape, as if it was our birthright

Once I left I became transient, temporary
Cautiously curious, as was customary

Leaving blood in ballrooms, floor-sleeping
Forgetting medication after I felt his weight on me

Still loving everyone with all I could until I couldn’t anymore
Mountains rising between us and tides pulled to the shore

Now I’ve become an island with words rattling round
And I still carry doubt from years of being unable to trust myself

How do you sleep knowing that the times we’ve had
Are gone for good, there’s no coming back, there’s no coming—

[Interlude]
I think people fear death because like as a society we try to put like qualifiers on things, like we wanna weigh everything and know everything, and we need like scientific proof of everything, and death is kind of like... I don't know, it's cliché to say it, but it's the unknown, you know, you can't kind of define it and no one knows what happens after you die. I think that makes a lot of people nervous because a lot of us just want answers, and you know they're always talking about like how you have to take a leap of faith... coz I don't wanna like die and not be there and have no consciousness after that, it's just like... my body's dead so I'm over. I'd like to believe that there's a soul that goes on but you don't know, you're taking that risk. And also like, if you're fatalistic and you think your days are numbered, it's kinda scary... you never know when you're actually gonna die, it could happen at any point

[Outro]
I feel like I’ve been in this life forever
And like I just arrived