i been wishing that my life was a story book
'cause then everything would end happily no matter what
i could make any decision that i please
spend my days lounging out in a hammock in the trees
til' i freeze in my footsteps the second the page ends
same shit happens when i see your face
time stops my watch skips three more days
its like i'm stuck in place
and the planet looks small this many miles away
halfheartedly i practice my sentences
til the next time that i happen to witness this beauty
i'm prepared to react more quickly than that
i don't know where the hell i'm supposed to go
i don't know where the hell i'm supposed to go
i don't know where the hell i'm supposed to go
i sure know that you're so fucking perfect i-ain't never letting go
from the coast on the beach to the end of the street
i can name every place we could meet
but the only fucking spot that we ever wanna be
is that lighthouse we made
while the page numbers change
yeah the only reason that i got up today
was so i can stop by and say hey olay okay
no way old age isn't happenin' here
more early mornins' chillin' near the back of the pier
tryna' catch somethin' other than a fish outta water
tryna' not to leave lambs to the slaughter
always tryna be the man of the hour
but if you give me all your hand than i'll follow 'cause
to this day i won't know where the hell i'm supposed to go
to this day i won't know where the hell i'm supposed to go
to this day i won't know where the hell i'm supposed to go
but on this day i sure know that you're so fucking perfect i-ain't never letting go