Lyrics

There’s always something holding back the inner meaning
Muffled words to try and hide the act of leaving
Wild eyed, blue eyed, catalyst it’s me
Hand grenades couldn’t even help you to see
The moments missed and how the lay the scenery

Anarchy and the stubbornness of we
A life sentence to wallow in our dreams
If we’re going nowhere
We’re bound to stay there

Cuz what do we know
And where do we go
Authors of our own damn tragedies
I’ve said it before
(I’ve said it before)
But what do I know
(But what do I know)
It’s taken the old and young
Authors of our own damn tragedies

All jokes aside I hate what I see
Butter hearts and bent morality
Broke down, spent like a bad penny
Bad luck morphed covered up and we
Shut it off and fade into the scenery

Anarchy and the stubbornness of we
A life sentence to wallow in our dreams
If we’re going nowhere
We’re bound to stay there

Cuz what do we know
And where do we go
Authors of our own damn tragedies
I’ve said it before
(I’ve said it before)
But what do I know
(But what do I know)
It’s taken the old and young
Authors of our own damn tragedies