Love Song for Young Novelists with Unrealized Potential歌词

Count the days
decisions are boring
so i fold them up
and tuck them away
I like you now
but who knows in the morning
When the alcohol
has fled the brain.
When i get off work
need new words to wage war on
So let's meet outside the library doors
I'll trade you a notebook and some fresh oxymoron's
for the smiles that tend to throw me of course.
Cause now your just not making sense
my dearest friend under the lens
I got it wrong this time
i found better ways of changing my mind
There still nothing wrong with love
it's just stuck in traffic not thinking of
the day it will change lanes
but there is only one thing that stays the same
so i propose a toast to change.
When spring hits town
let's go out to the islands
to work on our post-apocolyptic skills
I found a thing that might just keep us on dry land
my raw affection for you is soon this thing
As my maps unfurl don't always be pretty
their polar opposites in light and sound
Your the brightest burn in this whole city
and i was the darkest boy around
So once the right corrections made
you roll your eyes in my cell and mates
why choose different trails on our quest for pure empty taste
For now let's round up our regrets and our imaginary pets
and play the same old games
but give them new and better names
i know you like inventing names.