The future has got me worried, such awful thoughts.

My head is 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 came to my senses.

Now I'm tryin' to be assertive.

I'm making plans.

Wanna rise to the occasion, yeah

meet all of 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 Im tryin' and take some comfort in written words,

yeah Tim I heard your album and it's better than good.

When you get off tour I think we should hang and black out together.

Because I've been feeling sentimental for days gone by...

all those summers singing, drinking, laughing, wasting out time.

Remember all those songs and the way we smiled

in those basements made of music.