Enough pictures drawn in the sand,
Of everything we wish we'd been,
Just to watch them wash out when the waters rise
Enough careless talk about giving up,
Complaining of the things we haven't got,
Why can't we stand up to the test of time?
No more, no less than all we are, all we have,
No more holding back
So far, we've only made a scratch, knives out,
No more holding back
We'll drag our heels on cold concrete
Until it's four feet wide and six feet deep,
To forget our regrets and yesterdays
I want to cut, cut the bind,
It's not the scissors that are dull
It's our minds, it's our apathy and shallo goals entwined
It's all or nothing, kiss yesterday goodbye