me. Look at us. Everything?s completely fucked up, but once in a while I really miss the days when nothing could come between you and me. I know good
, just for tonight? Sadly I know, some things are worse than being alone, but this empty seat beside me never fails to remind me. And I know some things are
Starving for attention, you get dolled up and fucked up on whatever you can find. Trading yourself for phony friendships, ?united by music? but it?s
to where we? Are we running out of time? Are we being left behind? I?m picking my head up off the floor. I?ve never seen so perfectly clear. Things are
A lonely walk back home tonight. I think I?ll stay up late enough to see the light. The sunrise reminds me of how little time, how little time I have
good old days. These are our glory days. These are the good old days. We won?t look back in regret, on what we should?ve changed. These are our glory