We are the messengers   Priviledged to determine destiny    As it unfolds without a care under our noses   Incapable of possesing the urge to seek an outside world   Or are we overcome with the confidence beyond anyone's desire   My humbled loved one don't get so hung up on impressing me   You'll find that you're just fine the way you are   And we'll find that it's trivial to even make notice   So here we stand alone on this broken down boulevard   Amid the dim streetlights and the rustic traffic signs   We are out of place   Someday we'll look back and laugh at this   What kids we are   Chorus   I wish we could set this moment on repeat