How 'bout we go to An ocean so far away from all The plans and airplane paths, and we would fall Into a routine Waking up and noticing The words written in our own skulls, and we would sing Of doing nothing real And playing catch with invisible grenades Yours was a fake But that doesn't matter 'Cause everything is solvable And I believe there's nothing wrong with me I crushed a little bit Of something I would rather not digest Just yet, the time has come to make a point To look above myself Too many stars to count have changed the sky I cry, "It's the other light pollution." But that doesn't matter 'Cause everything is solvable And you once said there's nothing wrong I cut you off and we both fall asleep