Between the Bad Days

The cut on your lips Left a taste in my mouth Feelings aside, You drew blood in spite It's not what I asked for Not what I asked for More than a sinking ship More than just petty doubt If you loosen your grip The world wont know Who I belong to (who I belong to) Who has the final say Cant keep my mind straight We are too young (we are too young) Closing the blinds Block out the sun Birthday candles burn, 22 really hurts Counting the spaces we need Between the bad days Another year passed And Friendships get colder Things taken in stride And plans pushed aside I don't feel any older (Don't feel any older) Living without the trust Of getting what we want And we are all caught up While our dreams gather dust What i belong to, who I belong to Who has the final say We started too late We are too young (we are too young) Closing the blinds, Block out the sun Birthday candles burn, 22 really hurts Counting the spaces we need Between the bad days Not at all, it's depicted to be The hollowing of art is a withering reed We are too young to feel these things Life aint the way The way it seems We are too young (we are too young) Closing the blinds, Block out the sun Birthday candles burn, 22 really hurts Counting the spaces we need Between the bad days We are too young (we are too young) Closing the blinds, Block out the sun Birthday candles burn, 22 really hurts Counting the spaces we need Between the bad days