| Your hands were always tied to a future set on your wedding day.
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| That’s not building a life. |
| You’re throwing it all away.
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| I’ve lost a lot of friends this year some to a marriage and careers
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| Honestly I’m scared to death of losing the few I still have left.
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| Falling leaves are all I’ve seen. |
| I’m always stuck here in between.
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| I wish the wind would blow us back before the snow falls over me.
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| Where I want to be and my reality always share such little company.
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| We’re all hopeless romantics who base regression on your semantics.
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| The doubtless nights now endless lies turn into depression.
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| But you’ll never hear me say the golden days faded away
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| There’s a hurricane that’s raged in my head. |
| A nightmare taking place out of my
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| bed.
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| The winds are tearing away what I still love. |
| I’ll keep holding on with broken
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| hands.
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| I won’t let my life deconstruct.
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| There’s comfort in the warmth of love but I’m drawn to the cold of being alone.
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| Stole my senses from second guesses and left me numb to the bone.
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| And I’ve finally found a place to grow.
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| We’re all hopeless romantics who base regression on your semantics.
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| The doubtless nights now endless lies turn into depression.
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| But you’ll never hear me say that the golden days faded away
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| I never said this was easy.
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| (You'll go on pretending)
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| And I don’t expect you to understand
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| The shit that I went through
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| (It's what you were in to)
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| To make this life my final stand
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| Trigger happy with a loaded gun in my hand. |
| Crosshairs aligned for that place
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| in time
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| Living life for the unplanned.
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| Good luck making history. |
| And I’ll put my two cents into building more of these
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| memories.
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| We’re all hopeless romantics who base regression on your semantics.
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| The doubtless nights now endless lies turn into depression.
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| But you’ll never hear me say the golden days faded away. |