[bad word]  broken, bitter and spent
In notoriety I am reconciled and renewed I repent
It was never so much to escape regret
There's just some things that I would rather forget.

We won't give up on each other,
Hold on just a little bit longer

Remember where we've been
The places we've slept and what we've seen
Hold on just a little bit longer,
We can't give up on each other

In a life where there are no guarantees
this could be everything I ever thought it would be
In a life where there are no guarantees
This could be.

So follow me to the cold
Where our only fear is growing old
So follow me to the cold
Where were living tired and broke.

So let's suppose hypothetically that Potential was only a possibility, that we would never pen a record worthy of recognition and we would never put you in a money making position. Listen, you made us promises and we followed your example, we've been through more than your money makers could handle.

it was never so much to escape regret
There's just some things that i would rather forget.