So much harder to be honest
With yourself at twenty-something
Wish I knew what I'm becoming
And felt the ground while I was on it
Hoping,
waiting on a moment Not knowing if it's coming or it's going
What if my best days are the days I've left behind?
If the rest stays the same for my
life I'm running with my eyes closed,
so it goes
You live and then you die But the
hardest pill to swallow is the meantime
Are the best days just the ones that we survived?
Are the best days just the ones that we survived?
If I'd known to feel the fire I would've thrown my arms up higher
Would've held on a little
tighter
Cause you don't know a thing you've missed
But
I just...
Are the best
days just the ones that we survived?
Are the best days
Are the best days
Are the best days
Are the best days