Found my old yearbook
Back of my bookshelf
Picture of me
From half a decade ago
Everything's changed
And life's not the same
The predictions have lied
And I'm all to blame
Where will you be in five years time?
When you grow up, what job would you like?
You've got a favourite memory, right?
At least I can think myself to sleep at night
Watching my eyes become less cold
Watching my parents as they grow old
Watching my brother's story get told
Tell me it all turns to gold
They think we'll predict the future
In our yearbook quotes
Maybe we will
Maybe we won't