twentyseven - Futurebirds

I want to be fearing something

I want to be steering something

I want to be hearing something

In my car

I want to be losing something

I want to be confusing something

I want to be using something

In my heart

Yeah, in my heart

But I just wait until the van

Pulls up to take me away

To that toilet bowl of sin

But here I’m turning twenty-seven soon

I never thought I’d still be

Shooting for the man on the moon

My eyes will never look so blue

Without you, I’d be through

I could always ruin something

If you’d ever give my phone a ring

At least I still think I can sing alright

So obsessed with what I seek

That you’re losing out on the weeks

Guess I’m still figuring out who I like

Oh, who I like

I’ve been losing a friend a week

Trying to make a martyr out of me

But here I’m turning twenty-seven soon

I never thought I’d still be

Shooting for the man on the moon

My eyes will never look so blue

Without you, I’d be through

Yeah, I’d be through

Well, I’d be through

Yeah, I’d be through

Well, I’d be through

Yeah, I’d be through

Well, I’d be through

Yeah, I’d be through

Well, I’d be through

Yeah, I’d be through

Well, I’d be through