As swiftly as I came I'll usher myself right out
Through the cracks in the floorboards not making a sound
I'm tracing back the clouds to the boarders till I cannot see anymore
And I realize even they're moving on
Why can't I take that as advice?
And I am slowly realizing why all good things must come to an end
And I've come to this obvious conclusion through separation and malcontent
Look around--all my friends are moving on
Why can't I take that as advice
So why I can't take my own advice
I swear that I will eventually