All the east coast blue bloods
Have come out west
And I watch them argue about who loved you the best
And I was conspicuously of my kind
Over dressed, but woefully under refined
With a story held together
Like boulders with a piece of twine

Three helicopters circling
Retreating and returning
Your photographs were on the news
And I was there
Just out of view

I was standing with a smile
Chiseled into my head
With a mind in retreat
To the places I wished I would've been
When you caught my gaze I turned away
Planned an exit like a grand escape
As I watched you spinning through the revelers
Like a cheap ballet

These words all sound familiar
Convictions up forever
You tied a witch to a balloon
Watched it fly into the blue
But you will find someday soon
That it will fall
Yes it will fall
They all do

Yes, they all do

They all do

They all do

'Cause they all do

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Writer(s): Benjamin Gibbard, Zachary Rae