The 20th Year
Fake ID's and lies.
Let's grow up to be people we hate.
It's starting to burn hot and it's running out.
How could I forget your face?
How could I forget your grace?
We soared into the skies.
Call me obvious, call me untimely.
But I just hate the way things change.
Nothing is ever obvious to me.
I need an embrace to set me on a rampage.
I'd listen to anything but the lies in my head.
We all love God when things are right
But the fact of the matter is that they never are.
Autor(es): Scott Windsor