Oh the record skips
the moment you let these words slip.
You'll never get them back,
no matter how hard you try.
And you can shake, shake, shake
to the rhythm of your words.
Dance, to the beat of your heart.
You can tap your toes
to this dying pulse
as it slips away from you.
You can't sing your problems away.
No matter how hard you try,
you can't have your way with life.
You can't sing your problems away.
We'll dance to this sinking ship.
We'll watch it go, down.
And I just wanted to see
the world in the brightest of colors.
Call me what's left of this dying breed
it dies with me.
And I'm not exactly where I pictured I would be,
so cross out these days on your calendar
and erase them from your memory.
Wipe that smile off your face.
There's no time like the present
to stand up and change
for those who play the fool,
you're never gonna live this one down.
You're so angry
aggressive,
obsessed with the future,
regretting the past;
wasting time debating life
to appreciate just what you have.
We'll push our bodies
till their dead and gone.
