[Spoken]
It is, in the end, whatever the hell I want it to be
And when I'm through with it, it's gonna blow a hole
This wide, straight through the world's own idea of itself
They're throwing bottles at your house
Come on, lets go break their arms
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
Is the best yet to come?
Or did it pass by long ago?
Are we holding on to a thread
Of something already dead?
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
Is the best yet to come?
Or did it pass by long ago?
Are we holding on to a thread
Of something already dead?
It is, in the end, whatever the hell I want it to be
And when I'm through with it, it's gonna blow a hole
This wide, straight through the world's own idea of itself
They're throwing bottles at your house
Come on, lets go break their arms
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
Is the best yet to come?
Or did it pass by long ago?
Are we holding on to a thread
Of something already dead?
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
Is the best yet to come?
Or did it pass by long ago?
Are we holding on to a thread
Of something already dead?
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