i'd rather dive off of the newburgh-beacon than live a life so meaningless
cover my mouth so not a sound comes out
no matter what the outcome
accept it that i can't go back
to correct decisions made
and counteract feelings so afraid
i'm starting to see what you said
all along but i still disagree
can't put a price tag on
the things we've seen
or the nights that meant so much to me
good luck with the woulda-coulda shit
your dreams will never come true
good luck with the woulda-coulda shit
your dreams will never come true
it's impossible to choose
with everything that you've got
left to lose
and these days
nothing's ever black and white
we're just all lost in the details
every question weighs a ton, is this so wrong that it can't be undone?
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