Signals Midwest Construction Paper Lyrics

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.

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