Best Days

So much harder to be honest

With yourself at twenty-something

Wish I knew what I'm becoming

And felt the ground

While I was on it

Hoping

Waiting on a moment

Not knowing if it's coming or it's going

What if my best days are the days I've left behind?

And what if the rest stays the same for all my life?

I'm running with my eyes closed, so it goes

You live and then you die

But the hardest pill to swallow is the meantime

Are the best days just the ones that we survive?

If I'd known to fuel the fire

I would've thrown my arms up higher

Would've held on a little tighter

'Cause you don't know a thing you'll miss till it's behind you

What if my best days are the days I've left behind?

And what if the rest stays the same for all my life?

I'm running with my eyes closed, so it goes

You live and then you die

But the hardest pill to swallow is the meantime

Are the best days just the ones that we survive?

What if my best days are the days I've left behind?

And what if the rest stays same for all my life?

What if the best days are the days I've left behind?

And what if the rest stays the same for all my life?