we all pack our bags and leave in the end

but why is it I who ties bowlines around my ankles and cleats them to the ship

we all pack our bags and leave in the end

but why do I drag along with this twisted fantasy that is known to never be my reality  

we all pack our bags and leave in the end

nothing gold can stay, nothing gold can stay

but this time the one who is packing up bags and leaving in the end, is me