Texty: Broken Distance. Other. Soundtrack Of Our Golden Days.

We're stuck on memories
Of how good things used to be
Still the years have passed
People change, not just you and me

I always gave my heart and soul
But now it hurts, it's really cold
Fuck it, I'm still here and all I want is for you to whisper in my ear
I still care and I'm still strong
This is where I fucking belong

Ideals cheapened to a t-shirt and a hype
I don't need that shit to set myself apart
The clones march while the radio plays
The soundtrack of our golden days

I've watched so many come and go
Did their passion die, I'll never know

I've seen the passion in their eyes
Turn into fucking lies

I always gave my heart and soul
But now it hurts, it's really cold
Fuck it, I'm still here and all I want is for you to whisper in my ear
I still care and I'm still strong
This is where I fucking belong