10 20 30 (sped up version)

[Verse 1] I've got my blindspots, I'll admit it It's easier missin' you that way I was the rookie, you're the pro You showed me the ropes 'till they freyed [Pre-Chorus] Now I'm a quarter way through Typin' your name, the first one I think of To call when good news hits my phone I know you don't go back, back to the days But I'm on the brink of livin' our dreams out alone [Chorus] We said ten, twenty, thirty years down We'd be drinking champagne in a really big house We'd have it all figured out, but now I'm on the stage we used to talk about And I look to my left, and I look to my right The top of the hill doesn't feel very nice Will I still be trying to make you proud Ten, twenty, thirty years down? [Verse 2] I'm at a party filled with strangers That you'd love, but you'll never meet One cracks a joke and I look for the moment Where you would be laughing with me [Pre-Chorus] Now I'm a quarter way through Typin' your name, the first one I think of To call when I wanna go home I know you don't go back, back to the days But I'm on the brink of livin' our dreams out alone [Chorus] We said ten, twenty, thirty years down We'd be drinking champagne in a really big house We'd have it all figured out, but now I'm on the stage we used to talk about And I look to my left, and I look to my right The top of the hill doesn't feel very nice Will I still be trying to make you proud? [Bridge] In my lowest of lows, I wake up from a dream Where you're clicking through channels, catch me on the screen You pause through a moment with tears in your eyes I wake up to a future without you and I [Chorus] We said ten, twenty, thirty years down We'd be drinking champagne in a really big house We'd have it all figured out, but now I'm on the stage we used to talk about And I look to my left, and I look to my right The top of the hill doesn't feel very nice Will I still be trying to make you proud Ten, twenty, thirty years down?