Between the Bad Days

The cut on your lips Left a taste in my mouth. Feelings aside, You drew blood in spite Not what I asked for. Not what I asked for. More than a sinking ship, More than just petty doubt, If you loosen your grip the world wont know Who I belong to ( who I belong to) Who has the final say? Can’t keep my mind straight We are too young (we are too young) Closing the blinds, Block out the sun Birthday candles burn, 22 really hurts. Counting the spaces we need Between the bad days Another year passed And friendships get colder Things taken in stride And plans pushed aside I don’t feel any older, (don’t feel any older) Living without the trust, Of getting what we want, And we are all caught up While our dreams gather dust, What I belong to, Who I belong to, Who has the final say, We started too late We are too young (we are too young) Closing the blinds, Block out the sun Birthday candles burn, 22 really hurts. Counting the spaces we need Between the bad days Not at all, it’s depicted to be The hollowing of art Is a withering reed We are too young To feel these things Life ain’t the way, The way it seems We are too young (we are too young) Closing the blinds, Block out the sun Birthday candles burn, 22 really hurts. Counting the spaces we need Between the bad days We are too young (we are too young) Closing the blinds, Block out the sun Birthday candles burn, 22 really hurts. Counting the spaces we need Between the bad days