You gotta give it to them: 17 years, the age of quarrel.

Have you ever seen someone so special, light up a room, & steal the whole show turn out so jaded?

But can you blame them?

Your words donʼt hold any weight, constant headache, a bunch of white noise.

The message is love, the message is death.

Sometimes I forget you canʼt change the past.

Itʼs taken years to get to that.

He found his drive, he showed me mine. Contagious laugh, always had my back.

Keep holding onto that moment in time: he never missed a beat.

The same song on repeat. The same song on repeat.

I wish I wouldʼve been there. I wish I couldʼve given you the world.

The message is love, the message is death.

Sometimes I forget you canʼt change the past.

Itʼs taken years to get to that.

You gotta give it to them: 17 years, the age of quarrel.

Have you ever seen someone so special, light up a room, & steal the whole show turn out so jaded?

But can you blame them? I hate to say I told you so.

He found his drive, lead foot on the gas, & one final laugh, compressed in time.

I wish I couldʼve given you the world. I wish I couldʼve given you the world.

I get called cold blooded, I just know how to grieve now.

Kicked out on the streets, more times that I know.

Itʼs never been your fault, been years of mental assault.

Mad when you pick yourself up, mad when you let yourself down.

Years of embarrassment, turned into resentment.

It bred resilience, you gotta go. You hold my heart, so donʼt let go.

I know youʼll find a way, I never shouldʼve left you there.

Tell ‘em to find the nearest fucking hell - youʼre full of resilience.

You gotta go.