Every second Every minute Every Hour Every day Burden our minds with trivial bullshit Same face a different name Recycled conversation Satre at the same four walls Until the paint chips away I'm a blind man searching for a color In a world that's so long been gray I'm a deaf man chasing the echos Of a song that's already been played
CH. If I could talk to my younger self now I'd say don't take nothin' for granted kid You haven't seen just how bad things can get And you never know what you got till it's gone You never know till it's gone
Well I could spew some cinematic apology But it wouldn't do no good The damage is done Now all we do is run And pretend our choices Haven't killed the best in us We'll fly our white flag And boast that everything we had Never meant anything at all But when I'm not passed out When I'm really sleeping I'm only dreaming of you