We won’t remember the things we said when we were young. We probably won’t even be friends.
You look at me in disbelief now
But I know what’s coming down the road
As I watch from the light house only to see a storm beginning.
We won’t make it out together,
So it’s best you let my hand go now
Before the waves take hold of both our souls
And drag us under.
I love you too much to let you be the hero.
Just let me drown in all the mistakes I’ve made.