| Sat on the stack, held it all back
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| Let it all go to prevent a crack
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| And it seems I miss you dearly
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| Youth on my side so I’ll find the time
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| I’ll grow up someday but for now I’m fine
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| I just wish that you were near me
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| Glory days, oh glory days behind me
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| Set deep but tainted skin
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| I’m well aware so don’t remind me how I can’t seem to win
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| Accept defeat but curse the cracks up empty streets
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| And I don’t wanna tell the same sad story
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| Even if I did you’d just ignore me
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| I wear myself out trying to find an ending
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| And I’ll work this out when I stop pretending
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| That I could never let this go
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| There’s more to life than chasing ghosts
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| But then hindsight’s 20/20
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| My old man once said, «Take heed
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| Don’t wait until you’re just like me
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| To look back over history with nothing but regret.»
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| So all my friends say «Fuck forever. |
| Live today and die together.»
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| We don’t wanna tell the same sad story
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| Heard it all before and that’s fucking boring
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| I wear myself out trying to find an ending
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| And I’ll work this out when I stop pretending
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| That I could never let this go
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| There’s more to life than chasing ghosts
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| But then hindsight’s 20/20
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| I wear myself out trying to find an ending
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| And I’ll work this out when I stop pretending
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| That I could never let this go
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| There’s more to life than chasing ghosts
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| But then hindsight’s 20/20 |