The seashell you held to my ear feltnLike all of your tears nIn the form of a wavenAnd these beach house memoriesnAre taking ahold of menLike you did when I went awaynAnd oh, oh it's nothing like I planned at allnSand just falls, ohh oh.nnOh it's nothing like how we planned at allnI planned it allnWe move in mysterious waysnOne mold of incompetencenOne sleeping in gracenWe didn't save all the mistakes to be madenUntil it was one day too latennStorm,nOh such black navigationnOh navigator take us further out to seanThese precious fewnSuch indifferentnPerfumed in that chamomille dream like statenAnd oh, oh it's nothing like I planned at allnThe sand it just falls apartnnIsn't it nothing like how we planned it allnAnd we planned it allnWe move in mysterious waysnOne move of incompetencenWhen walking towards gracenWe didn't catch all the mistakes that we madennMisguided nWe pretendnWe resent it grows harder to grow farther apartnWe've been equipednWith cold fingertipsnAnd our lipsnWere not meant for this kissnnPapernA comanSeven gray pills that I popped in the carnJust to help me sit stillnAnd I'm not trying to benAnything but gonenUntil it was just one day too late