Don’t worry Gabe, the best is still on its way Even though you slept on the causeway, Nova to Cape Even though you camp for the summer don’t make minimum wage Don’t worry the best - no I can’t even wait Oh good god Pattycake Even though you were Skywalker in ’98 Slept in the same train named Thomas the Tank Don’t worry the best is still on its way A boy is a man is a son is a dad is a matter of place Put a name to a face Put ice on the bruise Icing on the cake Turn bacon and eggs into a smiley face And if you stayed the same sage what age would you fake But now there’s dishes to do There’s no mischief to make Though I may go to the club And put trees to the spade Even diamonds get cut But my hand in your hand on my heart on my sleeve is the ace The friends that I made Depositing projects the opposite of due dates They found youth in my locker they confiscate my cool age But in truth it just got lost in the fray A girl is a lady is a daughter is a mom is a manner of speech Give praise to her feet Google search your feelings Put tongue in your cheek Put sand in your waistband at the beach And her hands is petite That means small in French And it demands no deceit Visiting France slow dance and trip all on her feet Sometimes a mistake is all that you need Life is like a box of baker’s chocolate It’s all bittersweet A boy is a man is a son is a dad it’s a matter of time Put your nose to the grind Stones found from the beach Somehow make it inside I’ll never take you to church But Sundays we can still vibe And Mondays we can get by And Honey we can get by Do the groceries on Thursdays Keep the weekends alive Keep your wrist to my wrist Keep your waist by my side Because It’s all only best parts It don’t matter the time So don’t worry babe, the best is still here to stay You can sleep on the Chi-Chee, ‘toulin to Main You can work for the summer making premium wage And the best part is that you can’t even wait Oh good god Lazy Saturday And I’ll be Vader by 2028 And we’ll sleep in a frame named nothing but babe Don’t worry the best is still here to stay

This is a This is a letter Not really a letter I’m no worse or no I’m no worse or no better But how have you been But this isn’t a At its worst it’s a song A mantra at it’s best A get up and go get her But you’ll leave it too long So you know what you had A perfectly fit and well knit kinda Charcoal wool sweater So don’t be all sad Like the nights were so cold Not unusual for the summer You’d say my wooly was black But you’d rep it in gold My high school colours Somehow it seems so surreal And the music’s too loud I fumble for your hand I stumble on my words I am almost the man I think you Forgive me, my thoughts often get patchy A quilt or a sleeve No well worn heart to sight see Cause I don’t have my sleeve Cause I don’t have my sweater Cause this isn’t a letter It’s a sword with a sheath best believe that the pen is no better It’s fodder for righteousness Don’t you see it A door with a wreath so you know where the winter was headed Do you see it Or a home that is not mine I don’t regret it But if money is Sometimes I pray for your friendship But most times I know you know I don’t believe in But most times I do nothing at all Do you follow me Because I’ve lost you before Before the nights got too cold More people started to dance I’d start having fans They’d smile with their lips and their teeth and your eyes they would Roll with the punches don’t fold Then go fucking home Then why are you here Then go fuck some I’d say it’s ok that’s just how this shit A weekend apart That’s how this shit starts That just how this shit goes What would it have cost you to Moreover you hurt at my shows You hurt and it shows It’s all in your eyes Lit up by the lights The flickering lights They’re open they’re open they’re open they’re open They’re closed In the end it’s just fine You still stick by my side A little further each time So mull it over with wine You caught me at the right Money I’ve been seeing this The light But time is Funny that way I see them side by side Like the ones where I sing wrong in songs that no one will find That no one will hear Just you and the fam No album next year No break from the tour No weeks disappeared Just a home to afford A honda accord A shawty Aux cord And a friend to be bored with And I’d turn down the volume And I’d reach for your hand And I’d speak real clear And I’d be the man God damn you revered Cause I’d know what I wanted Now I know what I wanted I don’t know what I want now I’m not blessed I’m cursed I’m not bitter I’m burnt I’m not better I’m worse Cause I know what I want now I want you to try harder I want an answer You need a partner You need some space Now I need an apartment And I need a titter You need a light But I needed a shot in the darkness I haven’t seen you in years Don’t make me a martyr Don’t make this shit weird Don’t make this shit real Don’t make this the header But this isn’t a letter Its peace in piecemeal An attempt to get better Cause I know what I want now I want my charcoal wool sweater