By the way, I think it's strange

Plans for the future made by those who cannot wait

Either way, it's getting late

The end remains the same

Color in the black and white outside of the lines

Or erase them

I’m sick of tryin’ and tryin’ and tryin’ and tryin’ and tryin’ and tryin’ and tryin’ and tryin’

I think I’m dyin’ I’m dyin’ I’m dyin’ I’m dyin’ I’m dyin’ I’m dyin’ I’m dyin’ I’m dyin’

Got time? Time to pick up the phone?

Even if you don’t, I’ll talk after the tone

About when we were young and selfless

By the way, I think it’s strange

The end remains the same

I’m sick of tryin’ and tryin’ and tryin’ and tryin’ and tryin’ and tryin’ and tryin’ and tryin’

I think I’m dyin’ I’m dyin’ I’m dyin’ I’m dyin’ I’m dyin’ I’m dyin’ I’m dyin’ I’m dyin’

Color in the black and white outside of the lines

Or erase them

I’m sick of tryin’ and tryin’ and tryin’ and tryin’ and tryin’ and tryin’ and tryin’ and tryin’

I think I’m dyin’ I’m dyin’ I’m dyin’ I’m dyin’ I’m dyin’ I’m dyin’ I’m dyin’ I’m dyin’

Color in the black and white outside of my eyes

Or erase them

I’m sick of tryin’ and tryin’ and tryin’ and tryin’ and tryin’ and tryin’ and tryin’ and tryin’

I think I’m dyin’ I’m dyin’ I’m dyin’ I’m dyin’ I’m dyin’ I’m dyin’ I’m dyin’ I’m dyin’