Texty: Pulley. She.

So we trade our lives in for that fragile piece of mind
That tells us everything is gonna be okay
We work our lives away and keep our savings saved
And wait inside for a rainy day

But all that time, the sun is shining
All those days are lost, we convince ourselves
We need a purpose, and when it's not too clear
Why all of us are here, we follow the path that's made for us

And we'll sit around
And wonder what has happened to our lives
When we realize that our purpose has no purpose
That the lives we could have had, we all left for dead

When we let our lives be lived for us
I once knew a girl who wanted all the world
But she settled for the simple life instead
After years of nine-to-five

That yearning feeling died, she joined the ranks of the living dead
And all that time the sun was shining all her days were lost
She'd convinced herself, she'd need a purpose
And when it wasn't clear

The reason she was here, she followed just like a lot of us
She sat around and wondered what had happened to her life
Everything seemed to be in such a rush
The dreams she could have had, were not the ones she had
And she realized it wasn't enough