You talk about the way things were
but i can't hear what you're saying
a time when life was not this hard
blessed by the innocence
Is the best yet to come?
or did it pass by long ago?
are we holding on to a thread
of something already dead?
I'm not your reason to stand up straight
shoulders back chest out and eyes raised
stepping back, i hesitate
i can't let myself be taken
The reception fades, the signals breaking up
and am i moving on or am i giving up?
if you walk away from this with anything
live your life today