Im driving down the road tonight
and through the silhouette of the trees
the moon looks as lonely as I feel.
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On the radio plays a song I use to love
and it reminds me of so many memories
the past always seems happier than the present.
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But i know that this isn’t true;
I was just as lonely then as I am now.
I only romanticize these memories.
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Everything seems romanticized
After all, I’ve learned there’s a dark lining
In every single silver cloud.
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I do not know if I believe in love anymore.
If it does exist it is painful and hurts.
It is romanticized above all.
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And tonight under the starless sky,
The world seems so broken,
And I feel like its biggest crack.