Things are okay and then they're not

People don't change and then [?]

Taken away

This is the day

That we all gather round the campfire

Telling stories of the [?]

That we call out [?]

In this town

Come here and tell me what is wrong

I don't believe you've never sung

Before just open up your mouth

And let the words come out

Can we talk about it

Tomorrow

If I don't have another nightmare

Can we talk about it

Next week or so

'Cause it's getting old

And I'd rather just forget

This town ain't big enough for me

So I'd rather just sleep

Your arms aren't tight enough for me

So I'd rather just be

People are blind and they are dumb

And they don't know things they don't know fun

And it's getting late

Catastrophe will follow this [?]

And all the winding paths above you

Rise to heaven

Rise to shove you

Off the office that you're standing on

I'll still be doing this when I'm 25

I'll still be rotting here when I'm 25

I'll still be rotting here when I'm 25

I'll still be rotting here when I'm 25

I'll still be rotting here when I'm 25

I'll still be rotting here when I'm 25

I'll still be rotting here when I'm 25

I'll still be rotting here when I'm 25

I'll still be rotting here when I'm 25

I'll still be rotting here when I'm 25

I'll still be rotting here when I'm 25

I'll still be rotting here when I'm 25

I'll still be rotting here when I'm 25

I'll still be living here when I'm 25

I'll still be [?] with you here when I'm 25

I'll still be dying here when I'm 25

I'll still be dying here when I'm 25