Bruised, broken, bitter and spent In notoriety I am reconciled and renewed I repent It was never so much to escape regret There's just some things that I would rather forget.
We won't give up on each other, Hold on just a little bit longer
Remember where we've been The places we've slept and what we've seen Hold on just a little bit longer, We can't give up on each other
In a life where there are no guarantees this could be everything I ever thought it would be In a life where there are no guarantees This could be.
So follow me to the cold Where our only fear is growing old So follow me to the cold Where were living tired and broke.
So let's suppose hypothetically that Potential was only a possibility, that we would never pen a record worthy of recognition and we would never put you in a money making position. Listen, you made us promises and we followed your example, we've been through more than your money makers could handle.
it was never so much to escape regret There's just some things that i would rather forget.