Spoken
It is, in the end, whatever the Hell I want it to be
And when I'm through with it, it's gonna blow a hole
This wide, straight through the worlds own idea of itself
They're throwing bottles at your house
Come on, lets go break their arms
You talk about the way things were
But I can't hear what you're saying
A time when life was not this hard
Blessed by the innocence
Is the best yet to come?
Or did it pass by long ago?
Are we holding on to a thread
Of something already dead?
I'm not your reason to stand up straight
Shoulders back, chest out, and eyes raised
Stepping back, I hesitate
I can't let myself be taken
Is the best yet to come?
Or did it pass by long ago?
Are we holding on to a thread
Of something already dead?
You can't change your mind, expect me to care
You can't just snap your fingers and expect me to be there
You can't change your mind, expect me to care
You can't just snap your fingers and expect me to be there
Can't just change your mind
The reception fades, the signals breaking up
And am I moving on or am I giving up?
If you walk away from this with anything
Live your life today
