God Dammit, Phaynes

These plots are the best cast this clay can shape But you can't compare it to the real thing Drown myself in fiction to numb the pain Of the thought that my life is too mundane But, one way or another it all ends We all end I'm tired of feeling like my life's inadequate I'm making up for lost time Things could be so much worse At least I'm breathing And that's more than enough So, commence with living in the present There's no syndication run after this As these stars move farther away from me I age knowing we left some legacy Nobody does it alone, so I won't be the only one Moving on to what comes next Even if life does not Nobody does it alone, so I won't be the only one Moving on to what comes next Even if life does not Nobody does it alone, so I won't be the only one Moving on to what comes next Even if life does not Nobody does it alone, so I won't be the only one Moving on to what comes next Even if life does not