Is this all that's left?
These dreams came true and slowly died.
They always said it wouldn't get any worse and I believed every word.

I can still remember those late summer nights sitting on the stones
across from the clubs in coves with ex-friends and broken bones.


It used to be so clear.
It used to feel so $#&@ing perfect.
We were the stars in a loveless city, throwing our lives away.


Is this all that's left?
These dreams came true and slowly died.

They always said it wouldn't get any worse
and I believed every $#&@ing word.


It was never meant to end, it was never meant to stop.

This is all that's left: broken hearts still beating,

strangled throats still screaming loud.
I can still remember those late summer nights sitting on the stones
across from the clubs in coves with ex-friends and broken bones.


Sometimes I think it would be easier to fade away,
to disconnect and leave everything behind.


It was never meant to end, it was never meant to stop.
This is all that's left: broken hearts still beating,

strangled throats still screaming loud.
This is all that's left.