These Thoughts of You

I've been coming up with nothing to free myself of this pain inside of my heart
I can't explain
I see the pictures on the pages of our screwed up lives are going by so by so fast
Come on Come on Come on to eternal youth we go

And anything you want you cannot have
If it were up to me we'd be living wealthily
And anything you want you cannot have
This is high society
Thing's are perfect as can be

Remember when you said we'd never grow old and in ten years I'd never thought I'd see you again?
And I just hold on to these thoughts of these thoughts of you and I just hold on to these thoughts of you
Come on Come on Come on to eternal youth we go
Come on Come on Come on don't you ever grow old

And anything you want you cannot have
If it were up to me we'd be living wealthily
And anything you want you cannot have
This is high society
Thing's are perfect as can be

And I just hold on to these thoughts of these thoughts of you and I just hold on to these thoughts of you



Credits
Writer(s): Josiah Mazzaschi
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