Crash course in burning out

I said I'd never be the kind

So stuck in glory days

They forget to let dead bury their own

So what is this that's trying to slow me down?

Feels like the dead weight of all our broken promises

And every stillborn declaration carried too far too long

I remember the songs the saved me

And the words that came so easy

And the pulpits that sprang up beneath our feet

And it never even crossed our minds the words could ever be wrong

All that confidence wasted on the young

We tapped that vein and bled it dry

Now nothing fits (yeah but what ever did?)

We always thought that we had time

To let the dead bury their own

We always thought that we had time