(I wish you would read this and get a hold of me - there's something left unsaid... yeah, I know the odds that you'd ever care enough to be here in the first place are slim... but one day, you'll really understand why little ol' me ever bothered to care.)

Too blind to know your best
Hurrying through the forks without regrets
Different now, every step feels like a mile
All the lights seem to flash and pass you by

So how's it gonna be?
When it all comes down, you're cycling trivialities

Don't know which way to turn
Every trifle becoming big concerns
All this time you were chasing dreams
without knowing what you wanted them to mean

So how's it gonna be?
When it all comes down, you're cycling trivialities

Who cares in a hundred years from now?
All the small steps, all your shitty clouds
Who cares in a hundred years from now?
Who'll remember all the players?
Who'll remember all the clowns?

So how's it gonna be?
When it all comes down, you're cycling trivialities

So what does this really mean?
When it all comes down, you're cycling trivialities.