Still, In The End, We All Die

Time Flows In A Strange Way On Sundays.

Everybody Has To Start Somewhere. You Have Your Whole Future Ahead Of You. Perfection Doesn't Happen Right Away.

You've Already Decided What You're Going To Do, And All That's Left Is To Set The Wheels In Motion. I Mean, It's Your Life. Basically, You Gotta Go With What You Think Is Right.

Even If You Don't Acknowledge It, People Die, And Guys Sleep With Girls. That's Just How It Is.

I'm Always Tripped Up By The Eternal Who Am I?