Dusty Books Pt. II Lyrics

The clock ran out so time is dead
a thousand circles in your head
you know you're gonna make it
you can't fake it
And if you're trying to be what you believe
your toes are burning in the sand
you've never been a patient man
you won't be celebrated

It's Friday and,
and I can't be so sure if this is real
or just a dream
or just some vision that i saw
I hope it's real,
I hope it's fake,
I hope it's all a big mistake
I hope that we can all die happy

A deviled egg, and old grenade
And grandpa's leading the parade
But in the second chapter
there'll be laughter
And the words you've written have run right off the page
The song is old, the words are new
I wish that I could have just you
I know this seem outdated and over rated
But when I'm comin' to town
I hope you're around

Is this a joke
or is this my salvation and my hope?
it's hard to tell
it's hard to act like all is well
I need a drink
I need to think
I need a finger for this ring
I hope that we can all die happy