If I give up, if I give in,
will I regret, will I forgive?
There is a fire that never went out
and it is burning too hot for me now.
Flying too high, moving too fast.
If this keeps up, I'll be out on my ass.
Wishing I thought a bit more than I did,
when we threw caution away on the wind.
That's when I knew it was coming,
that's when I knew it was bad.
It's just so hard to let go
of the thing that you thought you had.
I'll fly like an arrow.
I'm bearing down towards the ground.
May not make it, may not be found
down in the wreckage
of all that has been.
Will I give up? Will I give in?
Or hold the line alone
against the bones
of the old home that I once had.
And under the stones,
live all the pieces of the past that drove me mad.
That's when I knew it was coming,
that's when I knew it was bad.
It's just so hard to let go
of the thing that you thought you had.
I'll fly like an arrow.
