You Wear It Secondhand

Take the same walk everyday up to the north end
Down onto the sand
Surrounded by nothing, nothing's all you have
Concentrated sadness, leftover loneliness
It never seems to pass

And you go looking, you go looking for them
Trying to relive moments
That happened and won't happen again
You keep looking, you keep looking for them
Trying to relive moments

But you've grown up too fast
An occupation that won't last
It's too bad
You took your best ideas from the past
I bet you're so glad
That you only wear it second hand

I'm walking up and down red hotel corridors
By the Madison Bypass
And language, I lost it all to love
I threw up all I knew about summer
We were young, confirming what we knew
Nothing could last

But you keep searching and looking for them
Trying to capture moments
That happened and won't happen again
You keep looking and looking for them
Trying to hold those moments

But you've grown up too sad
The occupation that won't last
It's too bad
There's nothing permanent from the past
Is that a quote?
Directly taken from the wasteland
Yes, I knew that you wear it second hand

I'm transforming, I'm complicated
I'm never sure what I'm meant to be saying
But I, I'm performing, I'm concentrating
But we haven't been introduced
Automatically calling you
I'm transforming but I'm concentrating
But I'm never that sure what I'm meant to be saying