Letras
I was this close
To getting what I need the most
Then the phone rang
Arrangements already began
It's nearly been a year
You don't have to mourn anymore
You can let go but I'm not so sure
The ones that you held dear
These aren't your friends anymore
You can move pass like you've done before
Who am I to say
Decisions that you made turned out to be okay?
The ones that blaze the trail
Merely trekkеd along parallel
They're ambitious but afraid to fail
Initials in thе pavement
Chisel off and save them or forget
Who am I to say
Decisions that you made turned out to be okay?
This is a courtesy
This is a courtesy reminder
To save a seat in case you die first
This is a courtesy reminder
To save a seat in case you die first
This is a courtesy reminder
That our survival set on timers
And though "to die for" is just figure of speech
What we live for is always out of reach
If it's man-made how is it sacred?
It's all man-made
Nothing is sacred
Hey Joe, I'm out here in front of a boyscouts of America
There's a bunch of hillbillies in pick-up trucks
Not sure what it is they're doing
They look a little old to be boyscouts
Anyway uh when you get this message
Give me a holla