Tekster: Rust Belt Lights. These Are The Good Old Days. Guilt Trip.

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I?m trying hard to walk the line
between past mistakes and better days.
And I?ll keep screaming about everything.
I mean look at me. Look at us. Everything?s completely fucked up,
but once in a while I really miss the days
when nothing could come between you and me.
I know good things never last. I know I?m stuck in the past,
but it seems you don?t remember any of it anyway.

Two years went by so quickly,
and now you are a perfect stranger to me.
With a familiar face I don?t see around this place,
ever since the day you disappeared.

I can?t pretend this never happened.
Besides, everything will be just fine
when you come to realize that this was more than a waste of your time.

Let it go (forget it). Kiss it goodbye,
but this was so much more than a waste of your time.
Let it go (forget it). Kiss it goodbye,
but you were so much more than a waste of my time.