For The Rest Of My Life – Zack Villere

And all of my friends are going by to the big all-day dinner on the ground and everything, and Howard Finster’s sitting there with his little old tennis shoes, the holes in the toes of ’em

I feel like Frances Ha
I cannot shrug it off
Well, all of my friends are moving on
I skipped Mardi Gras
Sixteen, I was falling in love with music
They all thought it was my excuse for
Losing track of time

Maybe they’re right
Maybe I’ll miss missing out on the fun
Maybe I’ll regr-gr-gr-gret all the time I was wasting
Fooling around

Maybe they’re wrong
Maybe I should do whatever I want
‘Cause when I grow up what else could I do
But be thankful? (I’m so thankful)
For the rest of my life
Right? Right
(Right, right, right, right, right)
For the rest of my life

Back then that was a movement (woo)
I wanted to be in Odd Future
Listening to Analog, ah, yeah
Robert was gonna make a movie
I was gonna make a movie too
I thought we would be there by now
Somehow

I moved out to LA
I had a bad time

When I was eighteen I thought
Twenty-four in New York sounds nice
For the rest of my life

One day I’ll find you
You’re falling inside, but
At least you’re alive, yeah
At least you’re alive
One day I’ll find you
Falling in line, but
You’re right by my side
For the rest of my life
For the rest of my life

I say good luck and good night
(Couldn’t we all do something different?)
But what’s different?
Couldn’t we all do something more?
Couldn’t we all do something different?
Couldn’t we all do something different?
Couldn’t we all do something more?
For the rest of our lives