Words written in stone or so I thought Stupid of me to think you’d carry the weight Not sorry for placing bets, just this once the odds seemed good For a west coast boy, no heart on sleeve Trainwreck body and the scars to prove Reading notes returned to sender and three years later
Mixing drinks down memory lane Got the taste for lost romance, I need more Monday through Sunday, dawn ‘til dusk The hangover of us, dead and gone Crossing out itineraries, Sydney nights and long haul fights The hardest part, b.i.l.y., left behind
Forever lost, we’ll be forever lost Forever lost and now those days are gone
And the pressure keeps building all around Knocks my feet of the ground, it’s like I’ve been here before And the pressure still building around When my head hits the ground, she kept my head in the clouds
Forever lost, we’ll be forever lost Forever lost and now those days are gone