This song was written over the internet and is also an ode to United Parcel Service.
lyrics
Email songs back and forth to make a tenuous connection to what we think that this is worth. Are we capable of perfection?
Do we take the risk and bet it all on what we have to offer?
And can we still call ourselves punk if we like to use big words?
If you don't listen too close, will you like what you have heard?
Because there's nothing I can do and there's nothing I can say to convince myself these songs, ideas, dreams, thoughts, or relationships will stay.
"I know that this won't last forever, but let's enjoy this while we can,"
or so we tell ourselves as we pretend we have a plan to keep our shit together as we cling tightly to the ground.
This won't last forever, this idea's run aground.
And I thank god we’re not alone and that we’ve got each other now.
Even though we’re all fucked currently we’ll make it work somehow.
And I don’t know where we went wrong or if it will be long before we break the promise of a life left unfulfilled, leaving footprints in the sand of a dream that we have killed.
Pleading innocence we make our stand waiting for judgment day, calling witnesses to offer up our alibis for when we dared to say
"I know that this won't last forever, but let's enjoy this while we can,"
or so we tell ourselves as we pretend we have a plan to keep our shit together as we cling tightly to the ground.
This won't last forever, this idea's run aground.
This is it
It's the end of the line
You sold your dreams for a bit of time
What did you get, full of selfish regret
You sold your time
On the ground you lie, wondering "how did it come to this?"
"I know that this won't last forever, but let's enjoy this while we can,"
Or so we tell ourselves as we pretend we have a plan to keep our shit together as we cling tightly to the ground.
This won't last forever, this idea's run aground.
credits
from Double Chorus,
released July 8, 2014
Kenny - Guitars, Lead Vocals
Nate - Piano, Trumpet, Backing vocals
Joe - Drums
David - Bass