It's as if time lost is time spent even though we never spent a cent,
never really lived in the moment of it as it came and went

Sometimes the hill feels a little bit too steep
Makes you feel defeat before you've actually been beat
Not everyone is here to compete and all some people live for is the breeze after the heat

Perhaps you'll wanna collapse
Just thinking about mistakes you've made in the past,
but they're all just memories, you decide to let them live on and last

For any thing you learn
During your stay here during your turn
Think of it as priceless, don't just let the thoughts fade and burn
Prices have been paid, this mind state is something you've earned

This is me talking to you, this is you talking to me, this is me talking to both of you, this is both of us talking to you, this is us talking to us.

-J.A.M