| Measure the moments by the almost and the came close
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| By the «What the fucks?» |
| and the «I don’t knows»
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| Because soon they’re going to notice the space between us starting to show
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| We played the songs with all the wrong notes
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| Played 'em too slow to the empty rooms where your friends don’t go
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| Because they don’t need to know that there’s nothing good that doesn’t implode
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| But I know
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| Yeah I know that we don’t have the strength to let it go
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| If there was a way to fight a decade’s slow decay
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| There’d be no telling how the sadder songs would play
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| I’m just so sick of the words, sick of the feelings they can’t relay
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| There’s only so many ways you can burn out and drop off the earth’s face
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| Fuck off and fade away
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| Keep it down or drown it out
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| It all gets swallowed anyhow
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| If there was ever a high road they washed it out
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| It’s haunting how it all comes back around
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| Because you can’t turn the tables if they put nothing down
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| But you know that we don’t have the strength to let it go
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| Tell me, have I been a fool?
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| Was it something I did or I didn’t do?
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| Was it something you saw in them that I was staring through?
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| I guess we had it to lose, but that just makes it harder now that it’s through
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| You chose the other side of a mountain I can’t move |