A dull roar protrudes
Like a wolf howling at the moon
It’s a voice whispering
Saying “you’ll get there soon”

And I can’t forget you said. No, I can’t forget

I’m so scared of oblivion
I’m always trying to feel infinite
I’m still a Mayview kid in my head
But I’m trying so hard to outgrow it

And I can’t forget you said, no, I can’t forget you said
I can’t forget you said, “you’ll get through this”