"I’m a 20-year-old with a 40-year-old’s debt / and a 5-year-old’s hope that I haven’t seen the best yet."and an liar who tells you the sun was always out / while you were drowning in the rain."And it’s a long way down from the pedestal of "Soon,"
Howling at a light that we mistook for the moon
We’re collectors of the moments that we never got to keep
Counting all the promises we made while we were asleep
Yeah, it’s amazing how we’re haunted by the ghosts of the living
By the versions of ourselves that are completely unforgiving
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