Five Years On

The pen on the desk taps, the clock on the wall ticks
It's the anticipation in the passenger seat
All these empty roads and blown speakers
Playing our favorite songs
Familiar faces at the door
Black Sharpie still smudged on my fist

I wouldn't trade anything
Not these sweat soaked clothes
Bloody taste still in my mouth
Just another mic to the teeth

These are the days that I remember
And these are the faces that I still see
These are the days that I relied on
Just to get me through to another week
And these days will be remembered
And five years on we'll miss these days

The music changes, the styles fade
It'll never go back, we'll miss those days
And this happens everyday
People grow up and the roles change
Now its my time to make my stand
And five years on I'll miss these days

The pen on the desk taps
The clock on the wall ticks
It's the anticipation
I wouldn't trade this for anything



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Nordberg
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