Enough pictures drawn in the sand
Of everything we wish we'd been
Just to watch them wash out when the waters rise
Of everything we wish we'd been
Just to watch them wash out when the waters rise
Enough careless talk about giving up
Complaining of the things we haven't got
Why can't we stand up to the test of time?
No more, no less than all we are, all we have
No more holding back
So far, we've only made a scratch, knives out
No more holding back
We'll drag our heels on cold concrete
Until it's four feet wide and six feet deep
To forget our regrets and yesterdays
I want to cut, cut the bind
It's not the scissors that are dull
It's our minds, it's our apathy and shallo goals entwined
It's all or nothing, kiss yesterday goodbye
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