Move On

I know it ain't always been a bed of roses But it ain't also been a crown of thorns 'Cause every day that you died a rose is The day that you were born I know you really think you've thought it over I know how good it feels to find you're wrong I know when someone really fucks you over You feel you don't belong You feel you don't belong And my foot's on the gas And I'm thinking fast I won't find no future by fixing the past And my foot's on the gas And I'm thinking fast I won't find no future by fixing the past I won't find no future by fixing the past I won't find no future by fixing the past I won't find no future by fixing the past I won't find no future by fixing the past ([Move on, Move on, Move on, Move on]) I know it isn't how you like behaving I know you didn't mean it seriously And this hell you're in heaven, dating Would leave eventually Nobody ever figured all the answers Nobody ever never got it wrong But everybody got circumstances That they could dwell upon Instead of moving on 'Cause my foot's on the gas And I'm thinking fast I won't find no future by fixing the past And my foot's on the gas And I'm thinking fast I won't find no future by fixing the past I won't find no future by fixing the past I won't find no future by fixing the past I won't find no future by fixing the past I won't find no future by fixing the past ([Move on, Move on, Move on, Move onMove on, Move on, Move on, Move onMove on, Move on, Move on, Move on]) And my foot's on the gas And I'm thinking fast I won't find no future by fixing the past And my foot's on the gas And I'm thinking fast I won't find no future by fixing the past I won't find no future by fixing the past I won't find no future by fixing the past I won't find no future by fixing the past I won't find no future by fixing the past