From the darkest lows
To  the heavenly highs
Another dream let go
On every mantelpiece

If you had your life
To live over again
Would you do it in style?
Or make those same mistakes?

If I keep folding there'll be nothing left of me But shapeless shoulders and this cold dead smile
These days are better written off (than written down)

Will you live your life
Through a blossoming child?
Or will you sail the seas of self-discovery?

Does it make you smile
When you think of the ride?
Or do you get tired 
Burning oxygen?

If I keep folding there'll be nothing left of me But shapeless shoulders and this cold dead smile
These days are better written off (than written down)

All the wasted days
And the promises made
Could put the fear of God
In any one of us

Resolutions seep
Through the soles of your feet
So find a goal you can reach
Ever the optimist