How many years have passed me by since I've stopped to take a look at all changes in my life? So many friends have come and gone, but all those summers nights still burn inside my lungs I hope you will not forget this either, forever And I bet, I'm not the only one who thinks I'm stuck in the past, with all the friends I am losing Caught in the cobwebs I regret, not holding on to it closely The past is the past and I am letting it kill me If I just had one wish I'll tell you what it'd be I'd bring back all the bands, inside the dome, and one last time, we'd have a fucking show Life is what you make it and I believe in this What happened to familiar faces that I've come to miss? This sinking ship can't hold much water How much longer, how much longer? Until these lights are dead and gone I will scatter the ashes of what's left of this place that I called home I will scatter the ashes of this former life, this place that I called home And fight this fatal attraction just to sit inside and hang my head too low Living in shadows of scars, the past defines just who we are The past lives