on the bad days, we remember all the wrong things, all the old days.
on the bad days, we remember all the wrong things, all your old ways.
we think we live forever and then you find out one day,
all that you gave is now gone.
turns out it's not worth keeping,
i can't do this anymore,
some people aren't worth your time.
what's on your mind may not fade,
barely remember your name,
the thunderstorms in our hearts,
infinity at our feet.
i never say what i mean,
at least i mean what i say.
the key to happiness is a slightly bad memory,
all i ever wanted was to love the one that came before you,
all i ever wanted was to love the one that got away.
i said, "get up!" but i'm not even trying,
i cannot tell you how long i've been lying.
we think we live forever and then you find out one day,
all that you gave is now gone,
what was that anyway?
on the bad days, we remember all the wrong things, all the old days.
wish our lives were different but they wouldn't be our lives.
i keep my eye on the prize
and the pen to the paper
always.
always.
on the bad days, we remember all the wrong things, all the old days. on the bad days, we remember all the wrong things, all your old ways.
we think we live forever and then you find out one day, all that you gave is now gone. turns out it's not worth keeping, i can't do this anymore, some people aren't worth your time.
what's on your mind may not fade, barely remember your name, the thunderstorms in our hearts, infinity at our feet.
i never say what i mean, at least i mean what i say. the key to happiness is a slightly bad memory, all i ever wanted was to love the one that came before you, all i ever wanted was to love the one that got away.
i said, "get up!" but i'm not even trying, i cannot tell you how long i've been lying. we think we live forever and then you find out one day, all that you gave is now gone, what was that anyway?
on the bad days, we remember all the wrong things, all the old days. wish our lives were different but they wouldn't be our lives.
i keep my eye on the prize and the pen to the paper always. always.
no one understands you, no one understands.