Construction Paper Songtext
von Signals Midwest

As I stand here locked in your warm embrace I'm not sure how I should be feeling.
In a couple of days we'll be leaving this place for opposite coasts in a parallel world.
Hypotheticals and scenarios – what if we could stay?
I could sell back my textbooks and close my accounts and we could just live for a while.
I just can't help but feeling that all of this idle talking is getting me nowhere.
So I planned my life out on a piece of construction paper.
I accounted for every waking second but the actions behind the words proved to take much more than I thought they would so I pointed my bow in a westward direction.
So where should I be sailing?
Cause all of this navigation just feels like flailing.