Is there some kind of strategy that's never been explained to me
On how you should deal when everything you love comes crashing down
Open my mouth, but not a sound comes out
I think of just bad that I wish that I could go back,
To correct decisions made
And counteract feeling so afraid
I'm starting to see what you said all along but I
But I still disagree
Can't put a price tag on the things we've seen
Or the nights that meant so much to me
It's impossible to choose with everything that you've got, left to lose

I hope I never see the day when ambition fades away
I'd rather dive off of the Newburgh-Beacon than live a life so meaningless Cover my mouth so not a sound comes out
No matter what the outcome,
Excepted that I can't go back
To correct decisions made
And counteract feeling so afraid
I'm starting to see what you said all along but I
But I still disagree
Can't put a price tag on the things we've seen
Or the nights that meant the world to me

Good luck with the woulda-coulda shit your dreams will never come true
Good luck with the woulda-coulda shit those dreams will never come true

It's impossible to choose with everything that you've got
Left to lose and these days
Nothing's ever black and white, we're just all lost in the details
Every question weighs a ton, is this so wrong that it can't be undone?
Every question weighs a ton, is this so wrong that it can't be undone?
(Every question weighs a ton, is this so wrong that it can't be undone?)
(Every question weighs a ton, is this so wrong that it can't be undone?)