What You Make It

You can't pick your good days

And they're more than often bad

Can't explain to your friends

Exactly why you're sad

So you sit at home, all alone

Starring at a bottle of Jack

Thinking about the good times

And when they're coming back

There's something in a memory

That makes you yearn for the good old days

But the good old days are right now

Always tomorrow's yesterday

So take a seat and ride it out

Or it'll all just pass you by

Try and get your head right

And kiss yesterday goodbye

So take the memories, take the lessons

Let them shape who you are now

Don't let your mind trap you in a time

That's never coming back around

Wear your heart on your sling

And don't try to fake it

Nothing means a thing

Life is what you make it

Lovers, friends, and family

They're all gone before you know it

Some move on, some pass on

You just got to bite the bullet

Some will change, and some will say

They don't love you anymore

But progress in life means

It ain't the way it was before

So take the memories, take the lessons

Let them shape who you are now

Don't let your mind trap you in a time

That's never coming back around

Wear your heart on a sling

And don't try to fake it

Nothing means a thing

Life is what you make it