First new friend at seventeen Yeah, he showed me what a friend could mean And he gave me friends that I still keep Messed girls up, and now we don't speak Cousin gone at twenty-one On a motorcycle ride gone wrong And although I'll steal him for a song I can't shape up and call his mom I wish that I could make it clear That the good exists despite the fear And that life is just some tilted bet On love and hope against regret I'm singing at a wedding soon And I'm hoping for a night in June That I, I can make myself believe Things just wrap up happily I swear to God, I almost feel it That something's gotta go my way I'm worried that I'll never see it That nothing's ever gonna change I swear to God, I still believe it Even though I'm still afraid They tell me winning's on the table But only if I play the game The weight of things at twenty-three We were choosing who we wanted to be But we didn't think the world would test Our sense of self with so much death I met some guys and made my bet And that, the inning isn't over yet And though brothers were what we became I know some brothers live estranged I swear to God, I almost feel it That something's gotta go my way I'm worried that I'll never see it That nothing's ever gonna change I swear to God, I still believe it Even though I'm still afraid They tell me winning's on the table But only if I play the game