From the darkest lows To the heavenly highs Another dream let go On every mantelpiece
If you had your life To live over again Would you do it in style? Or make those same mistakes?
If I keep folding there'll be nothing left of me But shapeless shoulders and this cold dead smile These days are better written off (than written down)
Will you live your life Through a blossoming child? Or will you sail the seas of self-discovery?
Does it make you smile When you think of the ride? Or do you get tired Burning oxygen?
If I keep folding there'll be nothing left of me But shapeless shoulders and this cold dead smile These days are better written off (than written down)
All the wasted days And the promises made Could put the fear of God In any one of us
Resolutions seep Through the soles of your feet So find a goal you can reach Ever the optimist