Exit 126
We always talked about the fear of dying
But we never addressed the fear of being alive
At least not in the good times
Sometimes when I miss those late nights and pizza bites I am convinced that we didn't really leave
At least not the way we thought we did
Maybe we still have controllers in hand and not a care in the world
And the rest of this is just the dream that came from the sugar rush that led to the inevitable sugar crash
The push back of thinking this year may be the last year
Or this weekend is all we have because life moves on at the slowest pace
But we still find ourselves in different places
We still find ourselves as different people
Maybe we grew together like the phone call from your mom
Saying we need to turn around because she has never been as disappointed as she is right now
Or maybe we grew apart because growing apart is just what happens when you don't choose the opposite
The choices we've made
The man I became
The things I regret
I know I'm not done yet
The Choices we've made
The man I became
The things I regret
Thank God you're not done yet
I feel like I haven't heard your voice in so long
And I would give anything for just one more reminder of what it sounds like
A heavenly whisper in a landscape of hell
Would be the water on my splintered tongue
The relief I beg for and the tragedy to come
I am holding both
I am losing grip
Torn between begging you for a drop of water or asking you to save my brothers
I would sacrifice this splintered tongue if it meant not losing another loved one
The choices we've made
The man I became
The things I regret
I know I'm not done yet
The Choices we've made
The man I became
The things I regret
Thank God you're not done yet
Sometimes when I miss the way he speaks
I am reminded you sound the same to me
Sometimes when I miss the way we used to speak
I am reminded that it is not as gone as it seems
It lives on in the memories that were made when I would push the limits of your musical taste
With every cd change in your truck
As we would make our typical Tuesday drive for no reason except paychecks and buffets
I had a dream that we were back in that truck only this time the music was off
You looked at me and said that I made you proud and I woke up knowing it was true
The choices we've made
The man I became
The things I regret
I know I'm not done yet
The Choices we've made
The man I became
The things I regret
Thank God you're not done yet
Your promises ring true and I apologize for times I failed to believe in you
Your mouth will once again be filled with laughter and your lips with shouts of joy
But we never addressed the fear of being alive
At least not in the good times
Sometimes when I miss those late nights and pizza bites I am convinced that we didn't really leave
At least not the way we thought we did
Maybe we still have controllers in hand and not a care in the world
And the rest of this is just the dream that came from the sugar rush that led to the inevitable sugar crash
The push back of thinking this year may be the last year
Or this weekend is all we have because life moves on at the slowest pace
But we still find ourselves in different places
We still find ourselves as different people
Maybe we grew together like the phone call from your mom
Saying we need to turn around because she has never been as disappointed as she is right now
Or maybe we grew apart because growing apart is just what happens when you don't choose the opposite
The choices we've made
The man I became
The things I regret
I know I'm not done yet
The Choices we've made
The man I became
The things I regret
Thank God you're not done yet
I feel like I haven't heard your voice in so long
And I would give anything for just one more reminder of what it sounds like
A heavenly whisper in a landscape of hell
Would be the water on my splintered tongue
The relief I beg for and the tragedy to come
I am holding both
I am losing grip
Torn between begging you for a drop of water or asking you to save my brothers
I would sacrifice this splintered tongue if it meant not losing another loved one
The choices we've made
The man I became
The things I regret
I know I'm not done yet
The Choices we've made
The man I became
The things I regret
Thank God you're not done yet
Sometimes when I miss the way he speaks
I am reminded you sound the same to me
Sometimes when I miss the way we used to speak
I am reminded that it is not as gone as it seems
It lives on in the memories that were made when I would push the limits of your musical taste
With every cd change in your truck
As we would make our typical Tuesday drive for no reason except paychecks and buffets
I had a dream that we were back in that truck only this time the music was off
You looked at me and said that I made you proud and I woke up knowing it was true
The choices we've made
The man I became
The things I regret
I know I'm not done yet
The Choices we've made
The man I became
The things I regret
Thank God you're not done yet
Your promises ring true and I apologize for times I failed to believe in you
Your mouth will once again be filled with laughter and your lips with shouts of joy
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Stone
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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