| Staring at a blue lined page
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| Trying to find the answers in ink
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| What would I leave behind
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| If I was to die today?
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| But I’m strong enough to say
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| That I have plenty of regrets
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| And maybe I can never change
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| My whole life will be a waste
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| What did I do with the years
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| Now that I’m pushing 23
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| And I still can’t tell the difference
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| Between the right and the wrong thing
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| How did I get so fucking good
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| At hurting everyone I love?
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| Is that all I’ll be remembered for?
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| And I’m tired of writing sad songs
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| 'Cause that’s all that I have left
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| And it’s the things that I reflect on
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| That make me who I am
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| It happened again
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| Restless in my sleep
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| You woke me from a dream
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| To say I’m not like my old man
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| And maybe that’s what I’m so scared of
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| That I’ll be no different
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| I’ll bring someone into this life
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| And leave a scar they can’t forget
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| I ran my thumb over the faces in
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| My old class photo
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| We were so innocent back then
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| If only I had known
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| And all those smiles staring back at me
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| Where the fuck did they all go?
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| What I would do for a clear conscience again
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| To swallow the lump that’s in my throat
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| I’m tired of writing sad songs
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| 'Cause that’s all that I have left
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| And it’s the things that I reflect on
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| That make me who I am
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| And the first time we drove past
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| Penfold State Forest
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| I felt the weight of another life
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| Leave my back finally
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| Is this all I’ll be remembered for?
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| The scar they can’t forget |