we are all a little
out of time and
no matter which way
this (everything) goes
we had a chance

but in the final moments
burning numbers ticking down
the sky a wick alight
wouldn’t it have been nice
pardon my assumption
if we’d all tried a little harder
to make it kinda work

i’m a stranger in the dugout next to you
it didn’t need to be that way but
*clickslide* too late to worry about it now
see you beyond the nuclear winter