Posted by: Dustin Faulkner | July 7, 2008

Nothing gets crossed out

well the future’s got me worried
such awful thoughts
my head’s a carousel of pictures
the spinning never stops
i just want someone to walk in front
and i’ll follow the leader

like when i fell under the weight
of a schoolboy crush
started carrying her books
and doing lots of drugs
i almost forgot who i was
but i came to my senses

now i’m trying to be assertive
i’m making plans
going to rise to the occasion
meet all their demands
but all i do is just lay in bed
and hide under the covers

i know i should be brave
but i’m just too afraid of all this change

and it’s too hard to focus
through all this doubt
i keep making these to-do lists
but nothing gets crossed out
working on the record seems pointless now
when the world ends, who’s gonna hear it?

but i’m trying to take some comfort in written words
tim, i heard your album:
it’s better than good
when we get off tour i think we should
hang and black out together

because i’ve been feeling sentimental
for days gone by
all the summers singing, drinking,
my friend wasting our time
remember all the songs and the way we smiled
in those basements made of music

but now i’ve got to crawl
to get anywhere at all
i’m not as strong as i thought

so when i’m lost in a crowd
i hope that you’ll pick me out
how i long to be found
the grass grew high, i laid down
now i’m waiting for a hand
to lift me up
help me stand
i’ve been laying so low
don’t want to lay here no more…

everything that happens is supposed to be
and it’s all predetermined
can’t change your destiny
guess i’ll just keep moving
someday maybe i’ll get to where i’m going

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