Everything is gonna change
Hoping it'll be OK
I want it all to stay the same
Acting like I'm not afraid
I'm not ready for anything
Suppose that I should seize the day
It's hard to appreciate
Living in a perfect space
Trying to preserve the state
I'm not ready for anything
Leaves between pages
Makes the crumbling slow
The green grays and ages
Turns brittle and old
What remains are the shapes
Just blank silhouettes
It's the time of my life
I haven't had enough yet