When your "golden days" are "that was just a phase..." Lose yourself to reminisce Pictures and innocence Try to remember when you felt free and The smiles just came so naturally... You can't control your age But you can control how you feel Breathing dead air into broke lungs that Once filled your heart With the will to fucking live So when are you Gonna cash in your raincheck? (And on and on and on...) Every second that goes by Is one that's gone for good Are you throwing away Possible memories to a fevered life Of "woulds" and "coulds?" We may have missed our chance and We may never be young again but Fuck living a sick day life Fuck dead beat kids And fuck your falsehoods So when are you Gonna cash in your raincheck? (And on and on and on...) I'm not dead yet Ambitions... sorry, but I have none... I'm just a confused kid With the masses telling me To join tradition... But I fucking can't... I'd rather die than live like you Do you fucking get it? I'd rather die than live like you You don't fucking get it Fuck your falsehoodsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
