| Alright, I get by
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| I barely speak about anything except long nights
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| I miss even having a chance to fight
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| And we’re just doing all the same shit
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| And they’re just saying the same things anyway
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| I’m bored, of course, by this whole thing
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| And every day I find it harder to relate
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| All night, we got by
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| I barely care about anything except tonight
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| It’s alright
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| I’ll make it up when I feel alright
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| And I’m so sick of second chances
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| These awkward glances seem different than before
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| I’m sure of myself, temporary
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| This wistfulness is getting harder to ignore
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| And maybe we’ll find a good way
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| Just don’t count on me
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| We’ll find something better eventually
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| We’ll think about all the good times
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| And sort through the bullshit that makes us believe
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| That we can never make a change
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| I know these streets I’ve walked along so many times before
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| Last night, I swear I finally found what I came here for
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| We sat outside talking about movies and music we hate
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| Cause there’s not much left to like
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| But we still hold on to the songs that became a reason to live
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| And the soundtracks to our lives
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| And maybe we’ll find a good way
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| Just don’t count on me
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| We’ll find something better eventually
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| We’ll think about all the good times
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| And sort through the bullshit that makes us believe
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| That we can never make a change |