Act One

I try my best to forget that everything is all planned out

I try my best to forget my favourite bands have all sold out

I think it's best if you weren't around you shouldn't have to see me like this

I think it's best if I didn't air this out in front of all of my friends

I meet the best people at their hardest times

I'm trying to meet the vibes while armageddon's on the rise

Now these aching bones

These two years at home

All these things I own

I think they're plotting against me