1 Hour 1/2 Ago

What's the point of looking back?
All you see is an empty track
Of lives you've lived
And things you tried to love

What's the use of anything
That brings you down?
You can't believe it for an hour
You're in here just a while

Half an hour from an hour ago
From a half an hour from an hour ago
Call me early on Saturday
It's my favorite day
I'll come out to play
That is only, I go to bed
So that I can rest
I can leave my head behind

Disappointing everyone
I'm so much fun
Until I'm lost
Things we do are the way we choose to live



Credits
Writer(s): D. Roback, S. Roback
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