Lyrics: Ryan Hall
Music: Ryan Hall
Hate this version of— self—
—ly hate this ver—
I'll probably hate this version of myself in ten years anyway
Does it annoy you when I look in your direction?
You're not looking back (I'll probably)
And we're just teenage dreamers
Wasting all our luck while we can
Could you imagine
(I'll probably hate this version of myself in ten years anyway)
Window shopping houses? (Hate this version of myself in ten years)
Ran through my mom's allowance again (I'll probably hate this version of myself in ten years anyway)
Don't even think about it, I can't even think about it
'Cause everything is right in front of us
(Everything is right in front of us)
(Everything is right in front of us)
And we can do anything, shooting stars in parking lots
(Everything is right in front of us)
(Everything is right in front of us)
Is it a desperate thing
To want to fall in love before it all fades to black?
And I could feel you sighing
But aren't you scared of dying?
It's only down from here
Now all I can hear is the concrete screaming
Punching the ceiling to vertigo
I wanna know what it's like to see the world for everything it is
'Cause everything is right in front of us
(Everything is right in front of us)
(Everything is right in front of us)
And we can do anything, shooting stars in parking lots
(Everything is right in front of us)
(Everything is right in front—)
Everything is, everything
Everything is, everything
Everything is, everything is
Everything is, everything is
Everything is, everything is
Everything is, everything is
Now on the bright side, the world ends on Thursday
In a quiet suburb, leaves on the driveway
Still, I find you waiting at the edge of the river
Sink in your being, now everything is nothing