swollen eyes and heavy hearts
rearview mirrors only go so far
and at this rate it's fading fast

that dead end sign we blew right by
took faces, places, sobered nights
took polaroids of us

"don't shake too fast, that's all a myth,"
like thinking that a tighter grip
could take laugh lines and my film strips
could make what was, what is

and if what was is what will be
then what's with all the sympathy?

distance is the greatest time
between 2 thoughts or just 2 minds
or something else along those lines
what if what happens next defines
rather than what happened last?

and what if breaks don't intertwine?
the 3rd, 14th? cause i'm the 9th
but where does that leave this?

swollen hearts and heavy eyes
one beer, 2 beers, guitars don't lie
that basement shook with "us" that night
i felt that, feel it still

that was then and this is now,
but then's still in my now somehow.
just don't lose was when making your new is.

so if what was is what will be
then what's with all the sympathy?

find that niche and make it yours
draw the walls and write the floors
add, fight, fix up windows and doors
and make you more of you

cause more of you brings us much more
more heartbeat in that basement floor
more fire, more to love you for
you're making me so proud

swollen eyes and heavy hearts
we're drunk on was and miles apart
we'll be alright, this part's just hard
what was is what will be.