[Verse 1]
I'm still trying to find the words
A quarter lifetime on
As if a pen and paper could restore
The greatest loss I've known
Every outline of you lingers in the door
Every cigarette a silhouette in ash
Drawn upon the floor
Remember how they told me
"You're too young to understand
You will shift just like the weather
As you grow into a man"
This I know
[Chorus]
My life has flashed before my eyes
And the days all seemed to pass me by
All the pain I earned and the love I lost
Was the only truth
This all will someday soon return to dust
[Post-Chorus]
Return to dust
[Verse 2]
And if we all go to hell
I'll find some peace where I dwell
I never thought there was more to this than met the eye
When I have no more to give
Surrender my right to live
We're only killing time 'til time kills us and we
[Bridge]
Decay together
We're not built to live forever
[Breakdown]
Content to shed my blissful ignorance
No fire, no light, an insignificant mistake
[Verse 2]
And if we all go to hell
I'll find some peace where I dwell
I never thought there was more to this than met the eye
When I have no more to give
Surrender my right to live
We're only killing time 'til time kills us
[Chorus]
My life has flashed before my eyes
And the days all seemed to pass me by
All the pain I earned and the love I lost
Was the only truth
This all will someday soon return to dust
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