And he'll stare
At the wall
And we're all parts
Of an alphabet
We spell new words
At new spots we're at
And the big, round
Blue boat drifts
Around in the dark
When you feel like a jerk
Does it make you confused
Like how
You could you become
As awesome as you are
And still feel like a loser
When you feel ugly and petty
Awkward and unsteady
Please try not to forget
There's so many people
That liked you
And i hope
That the art school
Enjoys your big
Drawing of ruin
We've all got
Good things to do
And it's good
When we do them
From Austin to Brooklyn
They're all smart
And good-lookin'
They're all parts
Of an alphabet
Spell new words
With new folks we met
And the big, round
Blue boat drifts
Around in the dark
And the big, round
Blue boat drifts
Around in the dark
And they say
That we'll drift
For awhile 'til we die
And the sun hits a spiral
It's a combination lock
And i'm just hopin'
That i'll get it open
And these joys
And frustrations
Are just turns
In the combination