late at night cloudy white will creep over my old house   and the chair where I once sat   someone new is there and he'll stare at that wall   and we're all parts of an alphabet   we spell new words in new spots we're at   and the big, round, blue boat drifts around in the dark   when you feel like a jerk does it make you confused   like how could you become as awesome as you are   and still feel like a loser   when you feel ugly and petty   awkward and unsteady   just try not to forget there's so many people who've liked you   and I hope that the art school enjoys your big drawing of ruin   we've all got good things to do and it's good when we do them   from Austin to Brooklyn   they're all smart and good-looking   we're all parts of an alphabet   spell new words with new folks we met   and the big, round, blue boat drifts around in the dark   and the big, round, blue boat drifts around in the dark   and they say that we'll drift for awhile until we die   and the sun hits a spiral   it's a combination lock   and I'm just hoping that I'll get it open   and that these joys and frustrations are just turns in the combination