Lyrics by Matt Kerstein

At 18 you departed amid,
Situations strange,
The tearing up of the ones you love,
The people who just drain you.
Went out seeking something to find,
What was meant to be,
A wife, a life of misery,
Or whatever makes you happy.

Although all things are simple,
They’re still hard to find,
And you, wind up just listening, and,
Taking your sweet time.

And all the things you know about yourself,
That set you apart,
You’re unsure where the ending,
If they even make you smart.
And you’re filled with anticipation,
Nerves for all that is to come,
Excitement rattles through you in waves,
You’re overrun.

And they fill you to the brim,
Till at last you overflow,
And you just sit there thinking,
Taking your sweet time.

You can’t stop so much momentum,
So many people,
Naked ambition,
A better life is always waiting,
It’s just final destinations,
They never meant a thing to me.
Finaldestinationsnevermeantathingtome.