When its all over, what will be left
Your worth in gold
Or the memories that'll make you chuckle when you're old
All the worries you swam across
Or the question you asked her, based on the love coin's toss

It's better to feel empty inside than to adjust to the weather outside.

The ifs and buts are needy companions,
who are better left alone.

So when its all over
The gold will sink
Chucklin memories will be all I think.