Don't you get it. Some things do matter. The world is not ours to keep.
Is this really what you want? I can't carry you on those tiny chords.
Don't bother playing dead. This is now. This is now. Tomorrow it's too late.
This is now. This is now so... Don't bother playing dead.
Take this chance . Give me reason not to move further without you.
It won't change you just rely on what you get high on. And maybe I'm like you.
Out numbered and balanced out. Take me somewhere I know what I am all about.
Where is the romantic view of not having a single clue of who is who inside of you?