"In The End" lyrics

In the end, it is not the sky that kills you
Or the sand that'll lure you to its depths
It's a hand, it's a plan that will continue
Well beyond what has barely happened yet

And your friend, the barista two blocks over
Loves the girl from the music shop next door
It's a shame life's too short to really know her
But they still try like the rest of them before

Though the words fall through
Like they always do
In the end, I'll be right here
And it's never neat
Or completely sweet
In the end, I'll be right here

I pretend that the minute hand is moving
I pretend to grow weary in my bones
Nothing ends, we pretend and say we're choosing
Who we are, what we do, and where we go

Though the words fall through
Like they always do
In the end, I'll be right here
And it's never neat
Or completely sweet
In the end, I'll be right here
Right here
Right here