I think I got the message, well I've heard it all before I learned the lesson: nothing gold can stay forever All those lines from books so clever, they collect dust up on the shelves but will forever float around in someone's troubled mind And all the nights we stayed up talking – scratching itches from those cuts along the way And we've been screaming at the walls – counting scars and chasing ghosts and k**ing time And now you feel the distance of all the years gone by
Wish someone wrote em down in style, no chance you'll forget Songs of love and songs of failure, stories carve our lines into the world So done with waiting, so done with waiting for so long And I just have found the reasons for this mess – you know what I'd do to feel like the way I felt with you Hell no...I could never care about those words Hell no...your dreams never turn out the way they should