Postscript Songtext
von Bigger Better Sun

It turns out my plans
Just might not be airtight
I′ll find a bloody suitcase
Full of money that rolled in with the tide
And I can call up the boys
We can roll up some joints
Write some songs way up north for the fall
How'd I get so God damn comfortable
Wanting nothing at all?

And it feels like I′m dying

It's been making me sick
Tryna think
Where in all of this, will I fit in?
So I don't try to see it
It′s fucked up, but it′s freeing
I know


It'll all work out in the end
We′ll fall back in love
Or just be friends
With no plan there's no meaning
It′s fucked up, but it's freeing

Think i might go pull off some big heist
Sink my teeth into something I can′t chew
Hack some darts and do some crime

I was just hanging around
While you've grown to disempower the things that would hold you down
And we watched as it pushed me away
Cause I had to be scared and you made it all safe

And it feels like I'm dying, I′m a mall goth with no ride
And it feels like I′m dying, I'm a black hole′s sunshine
Maybe I never grow cause I just treat it all like a joke
I'm empty with or without you, my place in the world
I′m a ghost