I'm praying and saying goodbye to the city
And hoping to god that you'll miss me
Don't see things quite like I did back when I was a kid
So this means...
The moonbeams are playing a part in my movie
I can't quite explain, so excuse me
While I figure out what I'm talking about
So loosely
It's not far away
I'm not far away
Just give me a moment
I swear you won't miss it
The days won't last forever
Just say that you'll do it
My flirting is playing defense for the wrong team
I'm taking my time and losing steam
Getting carried away but I'm hoping you'll stay
Through the spring
We're losing our minds and it seems that we're choosing
The lives that we'll play out on the screen
By hours and minutes and seconds, the moments
Improving
I'm finding out with these sounds
Fumbling for the words
But does it do any good?
I'm weighing pros(e) and their (they're) cons
But the gods aren't what they say
What do I care anyway?