Tekst
Can I stop my life so I could just be with you?
Let's hightail to Hawaii on a plane
I'll embezzle what's left of my band fund
To take necessary action to destroy what I have made
You and I, we'll move to New York City
I'll get a temp job, you'll start your career
I'm not being fickle, just realistic
The air is moist but it never gets too cold this time of year
So tell me, was it worth it?
Answer before I get in my van
To drive into the Pacific
Where I'll probably never see your face again
Say the word and I'll put my guitar down
I'll be sad but at least we'll both get laid
We'll start to fight when I start to resent you
And we'll both agree the thought was nice but I should not have stayed
Take the I-whatever to desolation
And now fast food's reminding me of you
So I'll write postcards and I'll forget to send them
Thanks a lot, I lost my mind, and now I'm losing you
So tell me something awesome (awesome!)
That can last my whole life sentence in the van (in the van)
'Cause I'm on the S.S. Ambition to nowhere
And I'll probably never see your face again
(Oh, one, two, three, four!)
So tell me something awesome
That can last my whole life sentence in the van
'Cause I'm on the S.S. Stupid Goals to nowhere
And I'll probably never see your face again
'Cause I'm on the S.S. Bullshit Dreams to nowhere
And I'll probably never see your face again
