Problems by Pinegrove

This is how I spend my life up
Singing old songs
What if I waste my life up?

And all my problems
So stupid
They're not even problems.

And it was supposed to snow
And it did, for a minute
But there's no distraction now.

Or we could spend these years up
On the phone
But is that much better?

It was supposed to snow
But it didn't
So there's no excuses now.