It's never daylight anymore, it's never just passing time. It never means as much as it used to, and it's always hard to find. The moments that you could ride along to, the best day lasted forever and I don't even have the pictures to prove it. And you know I'm just inside my head, I'm looking for something real to complain about. I guess I don't even have that, and that's why it's not worth talking about. And you know that it's not you. Good days are never good enough, or else you just might forget them. Bad days are never bad enough to scar you anymore. The cool people who don't talk to you are not even as cool as they used to be. They're hanging on, and it's so obvious to me. And when there's nothing left to say, and when there's nothing left to prove, you are one of them, they are one of you.
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