Anything remotely close to everything you've boasted about
Driftwood floats after years of erosion
Lift him up to see what you can see
Incoming tide touches roots to expose them
Look who's crying now
He's waving at you
And now he has cutaways from memories and
Quicksand steals my shoes
He begins his focusin', he aimin' at you
How many years and you've barely even tasted
He's imagining lightning striking, sea sickness so away from here
Look who's laughing now that you've wasted
Close ups of anything that he has seen or even dreamed
How many years and you've barely even tasted
Clouds bring the f-stop blues
And now he's finished focusing
Look who's laughing now that you've wasted
Anything remotely close to everything you've boasted about
