It's not
How we planned it to be
Maybe this year will be better and still
A lack of colors and organized goodbye's
This could be, this could be forever
Things we felt was suddenly last year
While drinking champagne from plastic glasses
While drinking champagne from plastic glasses

It's not
How planned it to be
What has the year done for us
Lost
Up with dreams we are unable to articulate
It's all it's all it's all a dying breed
The world is shrinking
The black edges of the map filed in
While drinking champagne from plastic glasses
While drinking champagne from plastic glasses
While drinking champagne from plastic glasses

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