Moving Day - Hold Tight!

It’s gonna hurt, but I’m just saying — we made a mess and now we’re paying.

Eighteen years to build it all and just four more to watch it fall.

You say you’re scared it’ll always be this way.

You better believe that I feel the same.

A price on our time, a dead look in our eyes, never sure if we’re really alive.

I don’t know who I want to be.

But maybe it’s enough that I am always me.

That’s all anyone can ever ask of us, and maybe that’s enough.

No one really knows who they are.

Maybe we never do.

No one really knows who they are, but we must be doing okay because we made it

this far anyway.