We're not what we were.
But I don't care about how we used to be,
I just want the us that we are now to make me happy.

We could harp on the past
And fake older versions of ourselves.
Or we can keep being our current selves
And hope for a future where we won't be plagued with doubt.

Cause rough is the life at sea,
But far better to bear the waves
Than to give into misery.