This day could be the worst of my life.
Green eyes and blue skies and this day is a start and an end.
This day could be the rest of my life.
This repetition discovered a why.
If this day could be the best of my life, would I change anything?

If I had a dime for every time that I’ve heard this song, I'd have nothing more than a reminder of why every day means as much as the first repetition signifies.

No regrets is a lie!

This day could be the worst of my life.
Green eyes and blue skies and this day is a start and an end.
This day could be the rest of my life.
This repetition discovered a why.
If this day could be the best of my life, would I change anything?

If I had a dime for every time that I’ve heard this song, I'd have nothing more than a reminder of why every day means as much as the first repetition signifies my life.

The endless day is over, and now there’s no need for choices and no regrets is a lie.

Now I can say the reason why I choose to live life.

The sun has gone and I'm lost without them.
If I hold my breath, they see through me.
So I try to breathe the air, to feel the air flow through me.
But the only one who sees me is the one with no face.

The monsters always care, the monsters always see, the air of anxiety surrounding me.
I create it with hope and caring, an open heart, a thought of sharing.
I try so hard to let go, so why don't I?
The only one who sees me is the one with no face.

For a friend, or an enemy, or anything I thought I wanted.
It's so hard to believe that this is what it's come to.
This is all I wanted but I never should have had.

The monsters always care, the monsters always see, the air of anxiety surrounding me.
There's nothing to fight when the air is your enemy.
I forgot my name.
I forgot who I am and I am left alone with the one with no face.

The thing I think my friend to be at least can mean that much to me.

If you can't, or it seems you won't, your ghost will try, although you don't.

This air bag is suffocating me.
All i can breathe is the sulfur.
I don't have a witness.
It's a bitter, sweet, sweet, pyrrhic victory.
Lights looking left are lights looking away.

I promise I'll drive into the distance.
Your lights illuminate only exits now.
You can drive around in circles for years and years and never do justice to all of your fears.
A traffic circle.
And the ringing in your ears is the car wreck I'm trying not to escape. This sulfur is suffocating me.
circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, stop.

We measure our lives with coffee spoons and knives, rather than try to believe the easy lie. It's not over until it's over.

Our own regrets, we can't let others forget. The blood we shed, it's not our own.

Oh Sir! Remember the way things used to be?
And Sir, it's over: the way i'd take what you say.

So Sir, just try to understand where I am.
No answer.
No reason.
No way to know or hope.

You look so long and you stop seeing.
That lies are just hopes!
That lies are just hopes!