They say that the young hearts live forever, but lately I've been wearing down.
If I could think things out and find some stable ground
then maybe I could once and for all burn these f****** bridges down,
and listen to the sound of one million hearts break with the waves
Forget a million faces and a million names,
I hear a million voices and they're all the same
If I could make them sing along I'd gain a new perspective and a second breath
I'd draw the perfect line out of a lighter chest
Live for right now and f*** the rest,
and you've been asking why I seem so stressed;
because lately I've been thinking this over and over
and I get to thinking maybe it's not so rad.
I've been beating myself up,
but maybe we're just out of luck and holding on to what we had.
But forgetting to take the time to live the stories that we're telling.
We wasted life arching memories,
I hoped for something broader than just nostalgia
I dreamed of something big, we had the best intentions
but maybe at it's best it's derivative.
But on a frozen street I watched the leaves fall from the trees
and it seemed redeeming, I guess it's never too late to start again.
And amidst the sweat, the blood and spit I think I could what I'd been missing,
it had been there all along.
Because lately I've been thinking this over and over
and I get to thinking maybe it's not so bad
I was beating myself up, but why should I give a f***?
We're just holding on to all that we have.
We've come too far to turn around now, and lately the world's been thawing out
The sun is on its way to chase away the grey
and maybe I can believe that things might just finally be ok.
If I could think things out and find some stable ground
then maybe I could once and for all burn these f****** bridges down,
and listen to the sound of one million hearts break with the waves
Forget a million faces and a million names,
I hear a million voices and they're all the same
If I could make them sing along I'd gain a new perspective and a second breath
I'd draw the perfect line out of a lighter chest
Live for right now and f*** the rest,
and you've been asking why I seem so stressed;
because lately I've been thinking this over and over
and I get to thinking maybe it's not so rad.
I've been beating myself up,
but maybe we're just out of luck and holding on to what we had.
But forgetting to take the time to live the stories that we're telling.
We wasted life arching memories,
I hoped for something broader than just nostalgia
I dreamed of something big, we had the best intentions
but maybe at it's best it's derivative.
But on a frozen street I watched the leaves fall from the trees
and it seemed redeeming, I guess it's never too late to start again.
And amidst the sweat, the blood and spit I think I could what I'd been missing,
it had been there all along.
Because lately I've been thinking this over and over
and I get to thinking maybe it's not so bad
I was beating myself up, but why should I give a f***?
We're just holding on to all that we have.
We've come too far to turn around now, and lately the world's been thawing out
The sun is on its way to chase away the grey
and maybe I can believe that things might just finally be ok.