Times

Wasting away, I've got nothing to say
Except for words that I stole from some wise man I know
Inside there's nothing, outside it's bright
I may not be so strong, but I'm doing alright
It's just wrong to pretend
That it's all for the means with no end
With no end
Grinded to dust
But I ain't feeling too bad
Treading warm waters of memories past
And the times we've had
And the times we've had

Just not the same when I can't seem to tame
All the demons I once had that put me to bed
Things could be better when newspaper headers say
"Lord, it's a pain, you'll be better off dead"
It's a shame to forget
That you pay for the things you regret
You regret
Connecting the dots
Staying inside the lines
Shattered pictures of some place I've known
In the best of times
In the best of times

Nowhere to crawl with your back to the wall
It's the winning that hurts once you realize your fate
Nothing is lost, though you must pay the cost
Of this strange indignation for those that you love
Then you stop to think when
You forgot how to start once again
Once again

Grinded to dust
But I ain't feeling too bad
Treading warm waters of memories past
And the times we've had
And the times we've had